Eventually, not knowing what to do, Emma shooed at the bear through the glass, waving her arms and making loud noises. Rose joined in, giggling nervously. The bear flinched and simply stepped back, sitting on its haunches near the doormat, looking up at the house as though it was hoping for a different reaction. This odd standoff lasted several minutes before the bear finally lumbered off into the trees. Emma kept a watchful eye until she was sure it was gone. She let out a shaky breath and hugged Rose close. “It’s all right, sweetheart,” she murmured, hoping to sound more confident than she felt.