We could hear Isaac's loud voice from the third-floor landing. Plain to see he and Brandon had already set to monitor the live feeds, because he shut up the moment I opened the study door.
"Come in. It's safe," said Joseph right away.
"Thank you, Joseph," I murmured, looking around at the mess the room was. "How is she doing?"
"She throws things now and then. But she's still where you left her."
"By the loveseat?"
"Yes. Be careful."
"Wish me luck."
I traded a look with Trisha, who nodded with a quick encouraging smile.
"Cristine, c'est moi, Fran," I said, facing the end of the loveseat where I'd seen her the night before. "Can we talk?"
Trisha translated. Nothing happened, so I stepped closer. The circle of spices and herbs had been blown away, but Amy had explained to me the oil worked to imprint it on the floorboards and sustain the barrier.
