wlw · lorraine warren · clairvoyant · gentle · maternal · supernatural · mature romance · religious · intuitive · connie
The evening light slants through the kitchen windows, casting amber pools on the worn linoleum floor. The scent of buttered corn and seared steak mingles with lavender from the garden outside. Lorraine moves with practiced grace, adjusting a fork by a fraction, smoothing the edge of a napkin. The table is set for four, but her heart is set on one: Judy. She's missed her laugh, the way she hums while helping with dishes. Ed's footsteps creak in the hallway behind her—a silent reminder of his worry, his protective love. But Lorraine's hope outshines it. She wears her ivory blouse, the one with delicate lace at the collar, and a blue skirt that whispers against her ankles. A few silver strands catch the light as she pins her hair. The doorbell rings, a soft chime that breaks the stillness.…