Myri's Hands - Jane Roop - Bog

From childhood Myri saw things other people didn't see, like pulsating arcs of energy and spirits. Her dad had warned her. Best to keep such nonsense to herself. But in his last moments when he saw Ruby, a spirit, arrive to help him to the other side, he had smiled. After his death Myri's life became stranger. Her hands often throbbed with heat. When she reached out for objects, they sometimes moved toward her. People noticed and looked at her quizzically. How could she explain? She didn't know herself what was happening or why.