![]() ![]() I drove the twenty minutes to Founders Park, stepped out of the car, and put my aloof face on. He made me wait five minutes before he texted back: Founders Park. If it were anyone but Addie, I would’ve walked away by now. Especially because the last thing in the world I wanted was to ask Connor for a favor. I decided I must be a fan of self-torture. Maybe she didn’t need me to do it at all. Maybe he could Heal Addie’s blocked paths. But I had a theory-maybe I didn’t need to learn to advance my ability. And for three days, I had been trying to talk myself out of having to face him again. Three days since I’d seen Connor and humiliated myself. ![]() It had been three days since my father stole my money. Laila: Self-torture sounds better without the word self. It may have been crazy talk, but I’d rather be safe than sorry. “And because there’s a Containment car downstairs waiting to intercept him.” “Because he seemed upset.” He nodded toward the toaster. The toaster on the table started beeping. ![]()
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