The Temple of Indra’s Jewel: (24 page)

EPILOGUE

Toronto, 1920

M
arjorie emerged out of a dream, aware even as she floated toward consciousness that she had momentarily dozed off. Something had pulled her to the surface. Not a sound but a sense of intuitive caution stirred her awake. She sleepily raised her lids.

The first thing she saw was another pair of familiar eyes, so steely grey-blue they startled her. The sight of them caused an echo in her soul; something about her eldest daughter haunted her. Something was amiss. She appeared very small standing there. Very serious too; a little frown creased her brow. She straightened herself and reached out for her daughter.

“What is it, Zafira? You don’t seem like yourself today.”