Page 162 of Clinically Bewitched
“Maybe they’re related,” Winnie suggested.
I stared at her.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m just saying, maybe Athena’s right. Maybe some houses feel better than others. Not because of spirits or energy, but because of... I don’t know. Design. Light. Proportion. Things that affect us subconsciously.”
“That’s actually logical,” Nathan said.
“Don’t encourage this,” I said.
“I’m not encouraging. I’m observing.”
“You’re enabling.”
“Same thing.”
Hayden was in the backyard, standing perfectly still with his arms outstretched.
“What is he doing?” I asked.
“Absorbing the energy of the land,” Fitz said.
“Of course he is.”
“He’s been out there for ten minutes.”
“Has he moved?”
“Not once.”
“Is he breathing?”
“Unclear.”
I walked outside. “Hayden?”
No response.
“Hayden, are you okay?”
“Shhh,” he said. “I’m communing.”
“With what?”
“The Earth.”
“The Earth?”
“Yes.”
“The Earth is not going to respond.”
“Not with that attitude.”
I walked back inside. “We’re leaving,” I announced.
“But I haven’t checked all the cabinets yet,” Quinton protested.
“We’re leaving, anyway.”
