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“You’ll jump,” she whispers, “on the day when you need it most.”
“Did Dad ever look for Aunt Sarah after she left?” I ask. “I’m not sure,” she says briskly, staring at her computer screen. “I know they spoke, but he never wanted to talk to me about it.”
“You’ve never seen a single photo?” I ask. “She was strange about it apparently, hated having her picture taken.”
“Quinn?” my mother demands. Her voice is sharp, startled. I sit bolt upright in my chair. “Yes. Why?” She is silent for a moment. “No reason.”
“No,” she replies. “I just…I have dreams occasionally, about you and Ryan, fighting over a girl.”
“Well, my mother’s still alive and they never found your father’s mother after she disappeared, so I assume that means they didn’t find a ring either.”
I’m struck silent by the admission. I think of Grosbaum telling us about his missing wife. Is it a coincidence my grandmother disappeared too?
“We’ll find another way because there’s no other choice. You’re my life. You’re the only part of it I want. And we will find a way to fix this.”
I can’t get her latest MRI images out of my head. The tumor is swallowing her brain. The radiologist’s face as he handed me his report said it all.
“A girl you’ve loved through many, many lifetimes.”
“She is carrying your child. No, wait. I see two children.”