Lorna stared at the glass. At it hovering just over the edge of the counter and not falling like any other glass should have been. She backed away, only able to go the three feet to the other side of the kitchen, bumping into edge of the sink. Her green eyes wide with panic and a bit of fear as she slowly looked from the glass to Jean.
Please God, don't let that be me doing that, was the only thought in her head. Loud and scared like a child in a thunder storm.