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Recollections, Continued
Jesse reached for his mother as she was ripped from his view, fading into the dizziness of a vision that was quickly shifting to something else, something new. He cried out, a swell of emotion trapped deep in his throat, but his voice was soundless. To see her once more, even in the terrible state she’d been in when Hamish came upon her, was a blessing he hadn’t known he was so desperate for until it was cruelly taken from him.
Hamish, too, disappeared. Jesse was alone in the vacuum of darkness.
But now he was himself again, no longer his father.
He didn’t dare step forward, or back. He was weightless, but also weighted, rooted to nothing and everything. Alone, but filled with the sense that he was surrounded by enemies. Called by and repelled by an unknown
