knew she was talking to me. I could hear her voice. But I couldn’t make out a word she was saying because my attention was riveted to the words splashed across the page in my hand. “Oh my god,” Shannon gasped, leaning in closer to get a better look. “Is that from…” “Caoimhe Young,” I strangled out, hands trembling violently as my mind furiously fought to protect itself from the information my eyes were sending it. “No,” Shannon cried out, covering her mouth with her hand. “Don’t read it, Claire.”
