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Adam stared at the photograph in his hands. What child didn’t think his mother was beautiful? But Charlotte truly was, almost ethereal with her vivid eyes and hair cascading over her shoulders in dark waves. Harlan—and even Iris—had said his mother was a healer, but he wasn’t sure what that meant. Was she like JJ, or was she something more… mystical? At the edge of his memories of the night she died, just beyond Adam’s understanding, was a hint of the latter. Perhaps that was what she’d seen in his father. That beyond his madness, she and Virgil had something in common, a connection with the otherworldly.
He wished he could talk to Harlan, ask him about Charlotte and his dream of Evie and so many other things. It was his fault Harlan was wherever he was now, and Adam felt he should be
