I looked around, but there was only silence. I’d never gotten up when somebody wasn’t cooking something or eating something or arguing in the kitchen. Worried, I headed into the living room, looking for signs that somebody might be around. The living room was quiet, too. Where the hell were my sisters? The guys? Iris? Maggie and Hanna? A peek into the parlor showed it was empty, too. “What the fuck?” I dashed upstairs, poking my head into Delilah’s room. Nothing. As I slowly descended to the second floor, a sound from Camille’s study caught my attention. I quickly opened the door. No one was around, but the Whispering Mirror was making noises. I sat down in front of it and spoke the password. The mirror shimmered and—in place of the reflection of the empty room, since I couldn’t see myself in mirrors—Trenyth’s image appeared. “Who’s there? Menolly, is that you?” He squinted, staring at his mirror. I nodded. “Yes, it’s me. I’m sorry, the entire house seems to be empty and I have no clue where everybody went.
