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Max followed Mrs. Pitt out to her car. He dug his hands into his pockets and concentrated on his feet. He didn't know how to explain the talking stone at the museum or his hands slipping through solid glass. He knew what the text from his mom meant and then there was Detective Howard. He opened the car door and plunked down in the seat. Was any of it even real or am I going crazy? he wondered. He stared out the window and waited for the car to start moving.
“Now, how about you show me the message she sent you,” said Mrs. Pitt, interrupting his thoughts.
He turned in his seat and gawked at her. There was no way she could've known about the text.
“The message, Max,” she said, holding out her hand, “May I see it?”
He grabbed his phone and loaded up his inbox, then ran his finger over t
