She broke into her employer’s office for us. She shot a cop for us. She took a bullet for us. I have to believe she wants to keep us safe and that she wants to do the right thing.
Lynne sits behind her desk and folds her hands on top. “What is it you want to talk about?”
I remain standing, my legs itching to bolt out of the room. But I spit out, “I think Aether is going to kill us.”
She blinks quickly, her smile dropping. “Why would you think that?”I hesitate, debating how much to tell her. I still don’t know if I can trust her, even though her older self helped us get the evidence, even died for us. “I…remember some things from the future.”
“You—what?” Her mouth drops open, but she quickly recovers. “So back there, you lied? Why?”
“Because in the future we learned about future shock.
