“So how did you know what to do?” he asked some time later, after he’d calmed me down enough for me to tell him what had happened.
“I — I don’t know,” I confessed. “It was sort of like…well, when we had to confront Damon. Somehow the power in me understood, even when I didn’t. I guess I just felt so bad for her, thinking of her being here by herself after we moved out, and it woke up something in me. Sorry — I know that sounds kind of crazy.”
“Not as crazy as you think.” Quietly, he picked up the last bacon-wrapped date and set it on my plate. I flashed him a grateful smile. He reached over, touched my hand for a brief second, then went on, “Just like you said, you’ve had the power come to you when you needed it. For whatever reason, you understood it was time for Mary to move on. So…you
