![]() ![]() And that, as Adrian had astutely pointed out, was what really ate at me: my helplessness to come up with an immediate solution. That was what scared me, and I wanted to control the situation before it controlled us. Forgetting about Hopper wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but what about next time? Spirit made its users do crazy things. I drove to Amberwood with blurred vision and wet cheeks, feeling more useless than I had in a long time. THE TEARS DIDN’T START UNTIL I WAS WELL AWAY from Adrian and back in my car. “You already are,” she murmured just before she disappeared into the night. She smiled and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me goodbye. That earlier look of disappointment in her eyes still haunted me. She did a double take at the ruined paintings but didn’t say anything and kept her expression neutral. ![]()
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