I couldn’t ask Gideon that. He was trying to make himself as closed off as possible, but I knew somehow that he missed his mother, even though she’d been gone for years. As much as I desperately wanted to find out more about exactly what had happened to her, I couldn’t ask those sorts of blunt personal questions. Not yet, anyway. Maybe at some point, he’d feel comfortable enough to confide in me, but I wasn’t about to hold my breath.
Silence descended as we both returned to our food, but it was a quiet that was anything but easy. A moment or so later, Gideon said, “Your own mother has talents like yours, correct?”
I wanted to point out that I was pretty sure he knew the answer to that question already, since she’d been the one to blast the aliens out of Sedona on the first go-’round. But
