Years later, when Rose called Abby out of the blue about a house in San Francisco—an old Victorian mansion she was helping restore—Abby didn't hesitate to say yes.
Rose smiled to herself as she hung up. Abby was still Abby, after all these years—the storyteller, the dreamer, and the one person who could convince Rose to chase a bit of magic.
Little did she know, that magic would soon become a mystery.