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The plaintive singing of a ghostly child in the night sets off a chain of events that lead to Laurel learning the dark secrets that dwell in her Great Aunt Maggie’s house in a Melbourne suburb. When Eli comes into Laurel’s life, instead of instantly uncovering the secrets that have been buried in this house for many years, their joint efforts lead them to discover even greater mysteries.
Eli’s past is tied up with the ghost of the child who haunts the house, and there are many hurdles to cross before he discovers just why he also sensed strange vibes in the old house as soon as he entered.
In their search for the answers to an extraordinary mystery they uncover a passionate love affair shared by the people dear to them or those who dwelt in the house at one time of another. Despite their shared psychic abilities can the couple also find such a love?
Like two sentinels the cats were waiting in the centre of the entrance foyer, their tails looped around their legs. Laurel took her jacket off and gestured to the powder room. "I'll just be a minute—if you want to wash your hands or anything the room's there."
She nodded, went upstairs and along to the main bedroom. After placing her jacket on the bed, she picked up the photos and the notebook. For a moment she stared down at the top photo with the shadow in the background. An overwhelming sense that her life was at a crossroads, and would change irrevocably from this moment, came over her.
When she looked over the balcony Eli was nowhere to be seen. Laurel went down the staircase. The kitchen door was open, so she went in there to find Eli staring out of the window into the dark garden. Charlie wasn't there.
He turned, smiling at Laurel. "I let the little dog out—was that all right? She seemed to have urgent matters to attend to."
It occurred to Laurel that Charlie had been unusually quiet when they came in. "Thanks, that's fine." Suddenly jittery, she nibbled her bottom lip. "Would you like a drink, or coffee?"
"Coffee will be good." He pulled out a chair and sat with ease at the kitchen table.
Laurel placed the early photograph of the children in front of him, saying, "I found this and these others among some things in a box in the basement last night."
His eyes lit with enthusiasm as he ran a finger over the faded picture.
“This was in the box with the photos.” She handed him the notebook. While he carefully went through the pictures and turned the yellowed pages of the journal, she made him coffee and tea for herself.
By the time she placed his cup in front of him he was looking at the back of the last photo, staring down at it thoughtfully.
"What do you think?" she asked.
"Do you mind me asking what you were doing in the basement?"
Why was he always asking questions that dumbfounded her? Uncertainly she eyed him. "Would you believe I was guided there by a child I heard singing?" she said in a low voice.
He slapped a hand on the table. "I knew it!"
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