The moment Michael spoke, the ground seemed to slip out from under Stephnie's feet. Until then, her mind had been tangled in the chaos of canceled flights at the airport and the mysteries of Pennsylvania, but Michael's question shoved her toward a far more terrifying reality.
"No, Michael… their call hasn't come," Stephnie said in panic, her hand beginning to tremble on the steering wheel. "Even though I clearly told Lily that the moment they reached there—no matter what the situation was—she had to call me immediately. By now, they should have informed us."
Michael's face hardened. The noise of wandering spirits echoed in his mind, along with the incidents Serena had described at the manor. "Don't waste time, Stephnie. Call Lily right now," Michael said in a sharp voice.
Stephnie picked up her phone from the dashboard and held it out toward Michael. "You call. I'm driving."
