Loving Madison

Thirteen

Cameron wasn't prepared for her answer. Shock brought him jumping to his feet. "You did? Are you certain?"

She shrugged. "Does your sister have the same color of hair as yours—well, slightly darker—and is it wavy as well?"

He nodded slowly, still not wanting to believe her, and yet his heart did. At this moment, he needed a little hope that Rosie was safe.

"I saw her pacing the floor," Madison continued. "This time, the room had a window. In fact, the room looked completely different from the last vision."

"Whoa. Stop right there." He sat on the sofa again and took hold of her hands. "You have seen a vision of Rosie before?"

"Yes." Sheepishly, she dropped her gaze to his hands. "It was after you had left this morning to ride to the station. Alice convinced me to stay a little longer and look for things. I thought I had a vision of your sister. She was in a cold, dark room, crying and very frightened while someone on the other side of the door yelled at her to be quite."

"Was it Rosie?"

Madison shrugged. "I couldn't see her, but in the vision I just had, I actually saw Rosie. She wore a pink day dress with white ruffles around the neck of the bodice and short sleeves. Her hair hung in ringlets, and she didn't wear a bonnet. She had been crying because her eyes were red and swollen. She held a white handkerchief with the monogram of the initials GB."

Cameron sucked in a quick breath. Rosie did have a day dress of that description. As for the handkerchief, he didn't recognize those initials. Unless... What was Mr. Bailey's first name? Did it start with a G?

"That's all you saw?" he asked in a tight voice.

"No." Closing her eyes, she rubbed the back of her neck. "The vision changed, and for a minute, I wasn't certain if it was of Rosie or not."

"What did you see?"

"This vision reminded me of the first one I thought I had of Rosie, except the voice I heard crying was of a child. I could see a small room with old, brown drapes on the window, a child's bed with a faded canary yellow quilt, and a worn blue strip of rug on the floor by the bed. I saw a rag doll, and a hairbrush. As in my vision before, I couldn't see the girl's face, but I heard her cries. This time she cried out for Momma, and Papa."

Confusion filled Cameron and he frowned. "That couldn't possibly be Rosie. Our mother died when she was nearly six."

Madison heaved a sigh and shook her head. "I don't know what to think. Why would I see two visions of the same child here in your house?"

"It is very curious, indeed."

"I know it's hard to believe," she frowned, "but I can feel the fear and sadness coming from this child. There must be a reason for that."

"Indeed, there must." Cameron still didn't know what to think, but at least he didn't feel Rosie was in a frightening situation any longer. If Madison was correct, then Rosie was in a house holding a man's monogrammed handkerchief.

"Was there anything else about your vision that can tell us where Rosie is right now?"

"Unfortunately, no."

He sighed and patted her hands gently. "Well, at least that small vision gave me hope that my sister will be all right."

"Yes, for now."

He stood and gently pulled her to her feet. "Are you better now?"

"Yes. I'm only weak for a few moments after my visions."