"Sam?" she whispered, turning around. But there was no sign of him. Nothing. Just the sunlight abscuring the doorway at the end of the aisle. Like the footsteps she'd heard had been the footsteps of phantoms. Like there were ghosts roaming the Ukrainian church. Only Gaia didn't believe in ghosts. And she didn't like the uneasy feeling that had begun to guild in the pit of her stomach. This is wrong. Something about this situation is wrong....