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My time was up. My heart was a fraction of a second from beating again.
I was almost sad to leave.
We were still sitting on the bench, staring out at the nothing of the gray.
“You’ll be fine,” the woman told me, as if she read my mind.
“I don’t know what to do,” I said.
“You’ll know.”
She tapped my chest, and the yellow light burned bright.
I waited, too nervous to ask her anything else.
Then I felt the pull of my body—the irresistible pull. It wanted me back and I wanted to go. I wanted to go so much. The feeling was sweeter than I can describe. Like finding something lost after searching so very long.
I was already slipping away when I heard her say one more thing.
“Cara, look for me.”
