Berkley’s doorstep, waiting for the bell to draw a response. It was too late to be bothering normal people, but Mrs. Berkley wasn’t normal. She was a woman living in a ruined world. A place that her daughter had been savagely ripped from. Things would probably never be normal for her again. Isaac nodded slightly and stood a bit straighter, obviously sensing her approach before Daphne heard her soft footsteps on the other side of the door. “Yes?” A woman’s voice called through the wood. “Mrs. Berkley? It’s me, Daphne, the medium you came to yesterday,” Daphne responded. The locks immediately scraped open and the door swung wide. “Yes? Did you find something? Does Emma need me?” Mrs. Berkley asked quickly, reaching for Daphne’s arm. She was dressed in a thick white robe and socks, her hair tied back and frazzled on one side as though she’d been pulling on it for some time. “We needed to talk with you a bit more about Emma. May we come in?” Daphne asked, patting the woman’s clutching hand awkwardly.
