The cold, chilly morning swallows us as we step off the plane in Sheridan, Wyoming. I see the mountains in the distance and shudder seeing the snow on the peaks. Not even Liam’s warm hand can keep warm from the cold thought of snow. Sighing with a bit of relief we step into the airport. The warm wraps around us welcoming. I look at the back of Henry’s head as we walk behind him. He wipes away the snow that had fallen onto it and wipes it on his jeans. Liam reaches out and rests a hand on my head, warming it from the snow. I had told him that this was the only thing I wasn’t excited about, and he promised to try to make it as bearable as possible.
Olivia and Will rent a silver car, and a short hour later, we are on our way to the cabin with our luggage in the back and Henry and Liam on either side of me, staring out the windows at the traveling trees. Liam’s hand rests on my knee. I think about how he is always touching me, how warm his skin is, even above a couple of layers of clothing.
We finally reach the cabin, with trees surrounding the two-story wooden behemoth of a home. The windows all have beautiful green curtains hanging. A double door stands in the front of the cabin, articulately designed with ribbons of cut wood. It’s purely quiet when we step out of the car, and the cold surrounds our warm bodies once again. Shivering, we walk up to the house, I stand there shaking, watching Olivia unlock the door, then we are taken into our own new little world.
Beautiful paintings hang here and there on the walls. I step onto the creaking wooden floor looking around at the amazing artwork around us. A gigantic cross hangs in the middle of the front wall. The metal looks like nails, and I am almost brought to tears by its beauty. Lamps sit on the ground around us, in almost every corner of the room.
I am interrupted in my thoughts by Olivia remarks, “Boys, you already have your regular rooms. Anna, you will be upstairs in the loft. Liam, can you show her where her room is and the bathroom? I would really appreciate it. I will get dinner started.” Liam nods and leads me up the stairs to the first room on the right. Chandeliers hang the length of the ceiling down the hall. Liam opens the door to what I suspect is my room.
A couple of stairs go up to where the bedsits, and a big green couch sits on the floor we stand on now. A TV hangs on the wall in front of the couch, and lights hang around the room. A painting of a green tree hangs on the wall next to the stairs going up to the blue sheeted bed. I smile slightly, I like this room. I turn to Liam to find him watching me for my reaction.
Stuttering out I say, “Where’s the bathroom?” He nods and walks back out of the room to the next door down. I go in and do my business then go down the stairs to grab the luggage that I brought with me. Olivia said that we should be getting the rest of our things in a few days from the moving truck.
Henry intervenes me before I can walk up the stairs. “Can we talk?” I nod, continuing my way up the stairs. He follows me into my room, closing the door behind himself. I turn and look at him. He looks pained. “When I first had my nightmares and was visited by my Turner, my parents did nothing. I am thankful that they are doing something for you. Don’t take it lightly though, you really have a soft spot in their hearts. I can see them protecting you with their lives. Now, I did have a question.” He trails off slowly, stares off into the distance, takes a seat on the green sofa, then continues, “You can see into the future, can’t you?”
I nod, “I can, but not that far. I can see what will happen in that day, but not weeks from now. That’s the limit to my power.” He shakes his head and interrupts, “Are you sure you can’t break the barrier? See further into the future, and more than just a day?” I suck in a great breath of air and shake my head no.
He looks at his hands and nods. Sitting there a second, I see the gears shifting this way and that in his brain. Henry stands to his feet and walks out the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. With a huge sigh I walk to my bed and lay down with a big grunt of exasperation. I stare at the ceiling, thinking about the future. I see what’s going to happen for the rest of the day, but then there’s a block at the end. I touch it lightly with my mind. No budge. I push a little more, grunting with anger as I push and push. Nothing.
Giving up, I go down to the living room to wait for dinner with the rest of the family.