Summer had only been gone for a few days. Barely even forty-eight hours. Not even long enough to ask one of the boys to look in on the cats. She stopped at the top of the stairs, bag of holding slung over one shoulder, and frowned. The emotion in the hall was thick, like tomato soup fog. Heavy. She had the sense that if she touched metal she’d get a shock; the emotional atmosphere was so charged.

What the actual frack had happened while she was gone?