"Who called?" Damien asked.
Celeste held the bed tight. She could not breathe.
"My mom."
Damien looked at her. "No. She's dead."
"It was her voice. I know her voice."
"Your mom died, Celeste."
She got up. Her legs shook.
"You said that. But you lie. Why should I trust you?"
Damien came close. He sounded mad.
"I was there when she died. I saw it."
Celeste felt sick. "Then how did she call me?"
Damien said nothing.
"See? You don't know," Celeste said. Her voice shook. "You don't know everything."
She got her coat.
"Where are you going?" Damien asked.
"To see her."
"That's crazy."
"She said I'm not safe here. She said "I have to leave before you make me pick a side."
Damien looked scary. "Pick what?"
Celeste looked at him. "I don't know. But I will find out."
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