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question is met with silence. I’m about ready to stand and go back to the house when he finally speaks. “My mom was psychic. She didn’t talk about it much. I probably wouldn’t have listened. I left home at fifteen. My father was … I shouldn’t have left her there, but I was mad. Mad at him, but even angrier at her for staying. By the time I went back three years later, he was gone and she was sick.” He pauses, the break punctuated by sharp laughing gulls. He clears his throat. “She forgave me. Told me to find a girl she’d been seeing in visions for months. One of Keane’s.”
“Sarah?” I’ve wondered about her. She knows so much that it wouldn’t surprise me if she had worked for Keane at some point.
“No. Her name was Leanne. She was a Feeler.”
For some reason it’s a relief to me that Sarah never was Keane’s. It makes her feel … cleaner. “Did you find her?”
“Too late. I don’t know what they made her do, but she killed herself before I could get her out.”
I let my head hang, feeling the weight of the memory on my shoulders. I reach out and find his arm, rest my hand there. “Fia tried … she tried to kill herself, too. It’s not your fault. It’s Keane’s fault.”
He clears his throat. “Sarah found me at my mom’s funeral. I’ve been helping where I can ever since. I don’t agree with all her decisions, especially not bringing in other people like Rafael, but someone has to do something.” He sounds sad and lost, a quality in his voice I’ve never heard there before.
I squeeze his arm, then let my hand drop.
“Why did your sister go back?” he asks.
I curl up, resting my chin on my knees. “I honestly don’t know. Maybe she wanted to stay with James.” I glower, thinking about him. I hate him. “But who knows? Maybe she has some grand master plan.” I snort, then move so my eyes are against my kneecaps, pushing into them. “Then again, planning was never her strong suit. She probably just felt like it.”
“She loves you.” He states it like fact.
“How do you know?” My eyes burn with tears, and I push them harder into my knees.
“When we took her, you were the only thing she cared about. She was desperate to get back to make sure you stayed safe.”
I gasp a messy snort of a laugh. “I really thought she was going to kill me.”
“And you still showed up.”
“I owed Fia her freedom. And she needed me.”
“As a general rule, when you think someone’s going to kill you, you run the opposite direction.”
“Yes, sir.” I stand, brushing the sand off my pants. He joins me in the walk back to the house and I turn things around in my head, everything mixing together and jumbling up. Cole’s tragic history. Fia’s choice to leave me. Her relationship with James.
The world bursts into bright colors, and I see a girl, a teenager, but tiny. She’s got white hair and black eyes. She’s sitting across from a woman I actually recognize—Doris, from the school—but she looks bored, slouched with one leg draped lazily over the side of her chair.
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