“See Fiona,” said Raven, “in your mind's eye, standing on the doorstep, reaching out, knocking.”
The concentration was etched deep on my son's face as he struggled to do as Raven asked, his whole body shivering with the strain of it. Edward reached out and took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. It was only then that I realised I'd been holding my breath.
The cats, curled together on the settee, each opened a lazy eye, aware that something was happening.
“Imagine she's right outside” Raven continued.
There was a soft, tentative knock at the door.
