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test and, dude, at first, I thought it was me, crying out for just one right answer.”
    In spite of feeling shaky, Cam managed a weak smile. “I told you — C, B, D, A. Anyway — tell me what you heard.”
    “Someone crying, choking, her teeth chattering,” Alex answered. “‘I’m so scared, so alone,’ she was saying. ‘No one understands. Why is this happening?’”

CHAPTER SEVEN
    A PICTURE’S WORTH
    “Do you think we should try to contact Karsh or Ileana?” Cam asked, zipping up her pink ski jacket and starting for home. Alex, with a ridiculous woolen cap that said MONTANA jammed on her head, fell into step with her.
    They’d wanted to leave school sooner but that would have meant going to the nurse, and worse, contacting a parent. So they’d waited out the rest of the afternoon, in their separate classes, then dashed out together, when the dismissal bell rang.
    “Too soon.” Alex put the kibosh on sending a 911 to their guardians. “What would we say besides you had a vision and got a weird note?”
    The sidewalk had been plowed, allowing only for a narrow path. In places, the twins had to walk single file.
    “And you heard her voice,” Cam reminded her sister. They’d heard Miranda speak just once before, just one sentence. This time, she hadn’t sounded so soft and breathy.
    “Her voice,” Alex echoed, frowning. “It was … uh … how else can I put this? Whiny.”
    “Alex!” Cam whirled on her sister so quickly, she almost lost her footing. “You’re a piece of work. Dissing your own mother before you’ve even met her.”
    They’d never seen a photo of Miranda, but who else could the woman in Cam’s vision have been — the one who’d uttered the desperate pleas Alex had heard?
    Uncomfortably, Alex shifted her backpack from one shoulder to the other. “I know I’ve heard that voice before — it just sounded different. Anyway, we’re not in danger.”
    Alex was right. Karsh would probably tell them to pay attention to their instincts, not to be afraid, and to let their hearts and hunches guide their actions. As for Ileana? Did they really want to chance annoying the mercurial witch by requesting her presence in Marble Bay for “no reason”? Ileana’s temper was a match for Lord Thantos’s, Cam found herself thinking.
    “At some point, we have to rely on ourselves,” Alex said with resolve. “We can’t always be calling them. Besides, we’re getting more powerful all the time. There are some things we can do on our own.”
    They’d reached the house. “Well, at least we can be sure of one thing,” Cam noted, wiping her boots on the mat. “Wherever Miranda is, it’s snowy.” Her hand froze on the doorknob. “Als, you don’t think …”
    “She’s nearby? Down, girl. It’s winter. Half the country is blanketed in snow. She could be anywhere in the northern hemisphere. But what about that palm tree — the one we picked out in the photo of Thantos? He was supposed to be at that clinic, right?”
    “Could be artificial,” Cam guessed. “Like in some hotel lobbies.”
    “The place is supposedly for celebs.” Alex agreed, “It’s probably totally plushed out.”
    “We’re home!” Cam called as they went inside.
    Silence greeted them.
    A note left on the kitchen table explained,
Had to pick up a bolt of fabric for the Dennison job. Dad and I will be home around 6 with takeout
. There were individual memos scrawled on the bottom:
    Cam: the dentist called to confirm your appointment
.
    Alex: the offer still stands to buy you a new winter jacket
.
    Dylan: No junk food! Call if you need anything
.
    Love, Mom
.
    Love, Mom. As she bounded up the steps to log on to her e-mail, Cam thought of Emily writing that note, all conscientious and concerned; Emily, the sophisticated interior designer, who had decorated the hallway with her kids’ framed kindergarten drawings; who made a fool of herself cheering for Cam at every soccer game all season long; who had accepted