"And that's the gist of it," I finish talking, looking at everyone in my office. Sheila, Debbie, and Thomas look at me with varying emotions, ranging from pure incredulity on Debbie's slightly plump features, to calm acceptance on Thomas's older face. Even Jennifer shows some doubt about what I'm saying, even though she's faced a denizen of the Shadow World first hand. Sheila just stares at me with an unreadable expression. I wonder how she feels about the way I used her in the fantasy world Marchosias had forced us into. AnnaBelle just nods her head, as if she'd already figured everything out. Only Ondine seems bored with what I've been talking about.
Turning to AnnaBelle, I take a deep breath to steady myself before delivering the news I know will hit her the hardest. "What do you know about your reverend, or father, or whatever he is, Michael Chilton?"
