But I didn’t dare go upstairs because that’s where Mack and Faith still were, in her room, talking in low murmurs. I didn’t stick around long enough to hear what they were talking about. I didn’t want to know.
“You want to know if your mother could do what you can,” he says.
I turn to find him eyeing me as we wander through the forest with Ivan a silent presence at our back.
“Yes, yes, I do.”
“The answer to that question is, I don’t know. If she could, she never did it in my presence.”
I gape at him in surprise because I wasn’t expecting to get any kind of answer—least of all a straight one—from him at all.
“You’re surprised.” His voice is flat, reminding me how rarely he’s ever surprised.
I should’ve had a camera ready for his first sighting of Mack. No one would’ve believed the gr
