"Humans," he said to Samuel.
The tension in the car eased. Samuel's shoulders relaxed. If he relaxed because whatever had been done in her house had been done by humans, why was Mark so tense and angry?
He touched her arm through the open window and they materialized in her workroom. Or what used to be her workroom.
Her legs collapsed beneath her. If Mark hadn't grabbed hold of her, she'd have fallen to the ground. Around her, everything she valued was broken and strewn all over the place. The world tilted around her, for one terrible moment it felt as if the walls came alive and slapped her. She saw Mark's mouth move, but couldn't hear what he said. Inside, it felt as if some vicious troll had scraped her raw. This room, this place, was the one space she still felt her mother and grandmother. This was where she came for solace, to replenish her soul.