“I hope your friends show up soon,” Irene Harris said quietly to Declan after Phylicia and the guards left. “I don’t know how much longer I can put them off.”
“They’re already quite close,” Declan responded confidently.
“How do you know?” the doctor asked.
“That’s what my sister told me,” Declan said more to himself than to the doctor.
“Really? And where is she?” Doctor Harris asked.
“She’s dead,” Declan said calmly.
Wonderful, I’ve jeopardized everything for someone who talks to the dead, or worse, to the voices in his head, Doctor Harris thought as her heart sunk. “Does she talk to you?” she asked.
“All the time,” Declan said matter-of-factly.
Doctor Harris was wishing she had followed her own advice and kept her nose out of things that she didn’t understand.
