“I’m going with you,” Josie stated.
Dust shook his head. “No, you’re not,” he growled, stuffing a can of supplemental milk into his jacket pocket.
“You didn’t see me there, did you?” Josie demanded.
Dust turned and glared at Josie. She—of course—didn’t back down. She had been driving him crazy ever since the encounter with Rebecca over an hour before. Grinding his teeth in frustration, he tried to calm his agitation.
“No, I didn’t see you there,” he admitted.
Josie looked at him in triumph. “That means I should go. If I go, it changes the course of Rebecca’s vision,” she reasoned.
Dust opened his mouth to argue, but closed it with a frown. Could changing the course of the future be that easy? If he went alone as planned, he’d be creating the outcome that Rebecca had shown him, wherea
