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I drive, since Tad may be concussed from the pie pan. Run a 5K with head trauma? No problem. Drive my parents’ car with a possible concussion? Big fat nope.
“I’m thinking about that picture your sister drew.”
His words take me by surprise. I blink. A unicorn and a wolf. Jewel and Andrew. The implications are unmistakable.
“You think Lillie’s got Sight?” he asks me.
“Can’t be. She’s never Seen anything that I know of.”
“She’s got something... Maybe we should ask—”
“We are not saying anything about this, Tad.” I glare at him. I might’ve got the nod from Jewel, but in the eyes of my Praeses, I’m still warming the bench.
“I just think—”
We both gasp as we top the hill to the school. All around are blackened trees, and the parking lot’s cordoned off with police tape
