Chapter 16Felicity called Dakota an hour and a half later. It had taken that long to write out the entire riddle from her dream. She had to pace the apartment, eyes closed, and turn on the sinks in her place to let the sound of water in order to jog her memory enough. She looked up a picture of amethyst to get the colour spectrum back. Then she looked up piano keys to remember the woman’s teeth. After that, it all came back to her, more or less, and she wrote down her first guess that was wrong. It was not a heart monitor.
Then she tried a couple more. Was it underwear, like the ones some of the other patients used as a weighting device? Was it food itself since that seemed magical but also downright mean? None of those seemed right, but she was not discouraged in the least. She was in th
