Alyce just can’t seem to escape the demonic.
On their way home from helping Sebastian out of a jam, Alyce and Ross make a quick stop into the clinic, but instead are plunged into further trouble.
A woman from Ross's past needs their help. Her son is sick, and of course Alyce agrees to help. But when she takes a look at the child, she finds that what's wrong with him is a lot darker than an illness.
Alyce once again finds herself dealing with the demonic... but with a woman filled with secrets trying to worm her way into their lives, will their marriage be strong enough to survive another hurdle?
Alyce focused on the clinic’s front doors and noticed someone standing with both hands cupped against the plate-glass window, staring in.
“Hello, can I help you?” Alyce called, quickly looking to her right, at the lonely hatchback. “We don’t open until ten.”
God, she had to be back here in less than five hours. How the hell was she going to squeeze in the time to read and answer letters as well? Any other day, she probably would’ve been up for the challenge but not today. Everything felt different since she’d seen Sebastian after so many months.
The woman jumped, dropped her hands, and turned to face them. She toyed with the hem of her stretched and faded T-shirt.
The woman was shorter than Alyce, with a thick mop of dark hair pulled back into a messy ponytail at the nape of her neck. The sides were peppered with gray and her olive skin looked a little sickly. Her wide brown eyes were shadowed by dark circles and she frowned when she noticed Alyce’s hand wrapped in Ross’s.
“Ah, hello,” the woman said in a small voice.
Ross stiffened beside Alyce and she couldn’t help but wonder why.
“Selma Barros, is that you?” Ross dropped Alyce’s hand and squinted down at the woman. He took a step closer and the woman almost shrunk back into the glass door.
“Yes, Ross, it’s me.”
So this wasn’t a coincidence? Alyce turned to look at Ross. He seemed poised between reaching for the woman and keeping his distance.
“What are you doing here? Last I heard you’d moved down to Melbourne with—”
“I did. We moved there after…” The woman Ross had referred to as Selma looked up, meeting Alyce’s gaze.
“Oh, sorry.” Ross shook his head and grabbed a hold of Alyce’s hand to encourage her forward. “Alyce, this is… an old family friend, Selma. Selma, this is my wife, Alyce.”