I spun, stomping back toward my cousins’ house, but Raphael stopped
“Are you okay?” He asked as he gripped my arm. “No.” I snapped, jerking away from him.
That was rude. I needed to calm down, but this whole seeing the future
thing had totally thrown me for a loop.
I took a breath and tried to calm down. “I’m sorry, but I’m so beyond not okay. We need to go back to your house.”
He looked from the lit up windows, then back to me.
“I swear. We need to go back. I just…” I started walking again. “Okay. Okay. We’ll go.”
I was already walking. Nothing could drag me back there.
In my normal visions, I was always removed—distant from what was happening. This was like living the same moment twice. Or almost the same thing. Like déjà vu on crack.
But what was even more disturbing was seeing
