Again, Rachael was caught off guard. She spun around to face a woman with golden red hair streaked with gray and white. Her face was lined yet appeared vibrant, as was her whole stature. She was slender and strong; her posture carried no signs of the age that her face and hair implied.
"Who are you?" Rachael turned to meet her squarely. "How is it that you appear outside the sacred circle?"
Her arms gracefully spread. "This is-was my home. I could not leave until another had come to be its guardian."
"You’re Kevin’s Grandmother?"
She nodded. "You may call me Grandmother if you wish."
"No. Thank you."
"As you wish. Then Sarah. That is what I was called before I died." She pointed to the kettle. "Your water is nearly ready and my time is short."
"Are you looking for justice?"
