They mayor was a master at the phony, toothy grin, but it slid off his face when he spotted Sabrina and Daphne.
“What are they doing here?” he moaned.
“They found the body,” the sheriff explained.
“The sisters Grimm found the body and no one told me?” Charming said.
“You told us not to talk,” Mr. Seven said defensively.
My mother puts a lot of stock in dreams. She says she dreamed of me before I was born, knew the color of my eyes and hair. She named me Adrienne in her sleep, and that’s the name she gave me when I came along, blond haired and blue eyed just as she’d predicted. The night I lost my father, she dreamed a heart-monitor line went flat. But I’m not a superstitious person, or one inclined to believe in the magical or supernatural. So I’m not alarmed, or annoyed, when, the morning my stepfather and I are leaving on our trip, Mom wakes from a nightmare about what will happen to us in Siberia.