Gasp (Visions)
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Later, when Trey and Ben take a walk in the school playground in the moonlight and Rowan goes inside to chat with Charlie, Sawyer and I drive Bridget Brinkerhoff back to her hotel. She’s done getting treatments in Chicago for a while, and will travel back home to Michigan with her parents tomorrow—via land, of course. Maybe we’ll see her again. Maybe we won’t. That’s how we leave it.
But when Sawyer and I drive back without her, it feels like a really long chapter of my life is over. There’s just one thing missing. One thing I have to do before I can really close the door on this.
“Can we stop at that complex across from the Traverse Apartments for a minute?” I ask.
Sawyer glances sidelong at me. “You wanna have sexy time there?”
I laugh. “No.” A wave of nerves washes over me. “I just want to go back to the scene of the crime. The incident.”
“Where you got mugged?”
“Yeah.”
He turns off to head in that direction, and soon he’s pulling into the parking lot.
“There,” I say, pointing to a parking spot.
He parks and we get out of the car. I walk to the sidewalk where I was standing when I heard the rush of footsteps. Walk up to the bush that had been full of snow. It’s beautiful and green now, with a few extra-long spears sticking out of it.
“Where did the rescue guy come from?” Sawyer asks.
I tug on one of the spears. “I don’t know. My face was full of snow. I didn’t see. Somewhere over there.” I look up and point. “I was so scared.”
Sawyer pulls me close in a side hug and holds me.
“Do you want to knock on doors?” he asks, only partly teasing.
“Thinking about it,” I say. “But what are the chances he actually lives here? The vision god isn’t that thoughtful to make these tragedies convenient, you know?”
We stand for a few more minutes, Sawyer letting me take my time to process. And now I can’t believe I never put the two incidents together. Like Bridget says, it’s logic. I shake my head, deep in thought.
A door to one of the buildings opens.
Four twentysomething guys come out, talking a little too loudly for the time of night it is. Sawyer’s grip on my shoulder grows noticeably tighter as the group heads toward us, but they are talking about going on a beer run and not paying attention to us.
“Hey,” Sawyer says in greeting as they walk past.
They respond pleasantly. I relax a bit as they pile into a car nearby.
As the fourth guy opens the back door and puts his foot inside, he looks at us and nods once. The safety lighting from the building shines on him, and I see a raised scar down one cheek. With the door still open, his hand on the inside handle, ready to pull it shut, he pauses and looks at me. Hard.
Our eyes lock. I swallow and give a closed-lip smile.
He hesitates, and when the other guys start hollering for him to hurry up, a look of clarity washes over him. He smiles at me and nods. And I’m probably projecting, but it’s almost like he’s really pleased to see me. Alive.
My chest tightens.
The guy’s fingers flit in an awkward wave as he sits down and closes the door.
The driver pulls out of his parking space and speeds off.
When they’re gone, I look at Sawyer and he looks at me.
We shrug and grin together. “Do you think that was him?” Sawyer asks, incredulous.
“I don’t know. I doubt it. Too much of a coincidence.” I hesitate. “But maybe I’ll just pretend it’s him, and that we have an understanding now.”
And then Sawyer plants a kiss on my lips, and we get in the car and go home.
Because it’s over. For real this time.
• • •
All I know is that for a while there, we were invincible. And every now and then, when I see a news story about an ordinary hero saving people from an almost certain tragedy, I glance at Sawyer, and he glances at me, and we know the vision curse continues on without us. I think about the heroes and wonder how it happened for them—how they came to be saved, so that they, too, could rescue someone. I wonder about their stories and the people who have come in and touched their lives, and then disappeared again … or stayed in them.
But those are not my stories to tell.
LISA MCMANN is the author of the New York Times bestselling Wake trilogy, Dead to You, Cryer’s Cross, and the middle-grade dystopian fantasy series The Unwanteds. She lives with her family in the Phoenix area. Read more about Lisa and find her blog through her website at LISAMCMANN.COM or, better yet, find her on Facebook (facebook.com/mcmannfan) or follow her on Twitter (twitter.com/lisa_mcmann).
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THE WAKE TRILOGY
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Fade
Gone
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Cryer’s Cross
Dead to You
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Island of Silence
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Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Ch
apter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Epilogue
About Lisa McMann