Twenty-six | 45 days, 18th hour
On the ground, trembling with fear, is Cain. Holding his hand, sitting on the floor with him, is Audrey. And as I look backward, my eyes a little confused at the scenery, is Jaime. They're all younger looking. Like what I'm seeing isn't right now but a thing of the past. Then it hits me, and this time I actually pound myself on the forehead with my palm. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I mutter repetitively as I realize what just happened. It's the same thing again. I'm inside Cain's mind when he touched me. But how this is happening isn't really explained in what I'm seeing. We're not in his room, and I can tell we're not in his house either. Rather, this place looks a lot like a hospital room. Then all of a sudden Jaime's moving, screaming some words. And it takes me a second later to re
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