The next morning, I call Finn.
I wasn’t planning on it. I wasn’t planning on the Cooper option, either—I couldn’t do that to Dean, especially now—but I thought the Miami witch option was somewhat viable.
After the nightmare about my mother, though, I decided that I need to know what Finn knows. Everything Finn knows.
He answers on the first ring, of course.
“I can’t believe you’re actually calling me. Is the sky falling?”
I roll my eyes. “Hey, Finn.”
“Hi.” There’s a bit of a pause, and then, “Just say when and where. I’ll be there.”
I wish it was that simple. Unfortunately, it’s a bit complicated. “Are you still staying at the compound?”
“Yeah, why? You wanna come here?”
I wish. In a strange way, my heart yearns for that place—for the smaller, more familiar homes that remind me of
