She blinked.
“Not unless they were already predisposed to it.”
Well, that gave him hope. His husband was not on the cusp anymore.
He.
Hoped.
“I can’t be here any longer,” Sarah admitted. “There are too many dead here, and they aren’t happy. You need to end this curse,” she said, walking past them. “Before it starts to bleed into the current people’s lives!” she added in warning as she left them standing there.
And with that, she walked out, heading toward the castle front door again.
Well, so much for the psychic helping the last stretch. It appeared they needed to put this together.
And fast.
The curse was still there.
“Okay, she homed in on the corridor,” Ian admitted. “So maybe it goes further back, and we just didn’t go far enough.”
That was a good point.
Only, Gabby was staring at the one painting.
“Finn, can you pull out the other family portraits?” she asked.
He did as she suggested, lining them up against the table that Tony had left in there.
As he did, she crouched down, and studied them.
“What’s the same in all of them?” she asked.
Michael knew.
“The family.”
Except, that wasn’t true. There were different stages of the paintings. All of them, then just Duncan, Ciarán, and Callum.
Then, just Duncan and Callum.
“No, the waterfall.”
She glanced over.
“Duncan pointed at these, and we thought he wanted them put back up, but what if he was pointing at the waterfall? That’s theONLYconstant in them, other than Duncan. Callum grew up. Catherine was excluded from them, and then Ciarán died. The waterfall has to be what he was trying to tell us.”
When the room door slammed shut, they all jumped.
Well, holy shit.
“There’s nothing there but a waterfall,” Graham admitted. “Under it, there’s a place to lay on some rocks and take a nap, but that’s it.”
But then, it hit him.
“This corridor points directly toward where the waterfall is located. Do you think that’s what he wants us to know?”
Finn shrugged.
