“It happened then. I saw my brother,” I whispered. “Impossible.”
Yet from what I had seen, nothing was impossible…improbable maybe, but not impossible. I supposed it was still possible that Mike had been a dream. The gem could have come from—the guards? I snorted at the likelihood of that particular scenario. The guards would sell their own mother for a dollar, or whatever the equivalent was for them. The point was that I had been unconscious for a long time. The meadow could have been a real place that I had passed through with the guards. Either way, I told myself, I would solve nothing by sitting in the bedroom all day. I swapped the beige dress for the blue and chocolate gown that had been Faith’s gift to me.
I hurried down the stairs, but paused by the front door.