by Cindi Madsen
A dreamy look crossed her features. “I’m not sure what exactly we’re doing, but I’m pretty excited. And a little nervous. Then I tell myself not to get my hopes up.”
“I say get your hopes up. If he’s even kind of smart, he’s going to fall so hard for you.” The second she said it, an icy bucket of realization doused her happiness. And then there will be one more person who’s crushed when you die.
No. Because I’m gonna stop it.
No matter what it takes.
* * *
Summer felt it coming seconds before it happened. “Hah!” she shouted as Gabriella materialized in her bedroom.
Gabriella stumbled back, bumping into Summer’s dresser, her hand over her heart. “Goodness, gracious!”
“Now you know how it feels. I sensed it this time before you could scare me.”
“I was never trying to scare you.” Gabriella took a few deep breaths and straightened, running her hands down her skirt. “I’m glad you’re sensing it, though. It shows improvement.”
“I think that’s the first compliment you’ve ever given me.
Gabriella sat on the bed next to Summer. “We need to talk.”
“I know it’s getting closer, and I’m trying,” Summer said. “I’ve had a few setbacks, and Pamela wasn’t even there tonight, but I swear I’m working on it. Just give me some more time.”
“It’s not about that. It’s about the talk you had last night with your dad.”
“Oh, that. I’m sorry, but I wasn’t sure what I all I could tell him. I didn’t mention you, and my mom had already told him enough that he kind of knows what’s going on, so—”
“Summer Dear, just be quiet and listen for a second, okay? This is really important. I should’ve put it together when I talked to you the other day, but I was preoccupied. There had been this mix up, and I missed an ‘I’ in one of the names and she almost…” Gabriella shook her head. “Never mind that. What’s important is…” She reached out and took Summer’s hand. “Your mom didn’t die because of anything you did or didn’t do. Once you get those visions, you can’t change them. You getting them means that person is already on their way to the other side. You can’t stop it.”
“But if I would’ve told her about it, at least we could’ve said goodbye.”
“Most Ciphers don’t actually see the deaths like you do. It’s a very rare gift. Doesn’t it seem like it’s happening more and more?”
Summer thought about the guy falling asleep at the wheel. The man breaking into the house. “It’s starting to get overwhelming. The nightmares are the worst.” A chill ran down her spine, and she shuddered.
“You’re drawn to those people,” Gabriella said. “Without even meaning to, you find people who are near the end. In time, you might learn to simply offer an encouraging word—nothing to change their paths, just a warm smile or kind word before they die. Your great, great grandmother had that same gift. Your mom only sensed it coming. Debra got her message to go help, and she had great intuition about how to fix the situation, but she didn’t usually stay until the end. She resolved it and then moved on. Sometimes—like on her last case—Debra met the people only days before the end. That was her gift, to work fast. Yours is to see what’s coming.”
“I don’t want it. It makes me feel awful.”
“When this is over, we’ll try to figure out how to help you deal with that. Right now, we’ve got to keep focus. Just know that it was your mom’s time to go. You couldn’t have stopped it. Okay?”
“Okay,” Sumer said, still feeling like it wasn’t.
“What’s your gut telling you?”
“That I can’t think about anything else until Ashlyn and her mom reconcile.”
“Good. Go with that. You know what to do.”
The minute the idea popped into her head, Summer decided it was the only way. “I’m going to tell them it’s coming.”
Gabriella’s face dropped. “You can’t. That’s not how it works.”
“Why not? It’s simple. I’ll tell Ashlyn and her mom what I know, and they’ll have to make up.”
“I’m telling you that you can’t do it like that.” Gabriella’s voice took on a frantic edge. “If all of our Ciphers told their charges they were going to die, it would be total chaos. People need to have faith. Hope.”
“You keep saying it’s my job, and I’m gonna do it however I can. I’m not letting Ashlyn down, even if I have to scare her and her mom first.”
There was practically glittery steam coming out of Gabriella’s ears. “You think you know better than thousands of years of experience?”
Summer shrugged, determined this was the way. “Maybe things need to get shaken up.”Gabriella’s watch chimed, and Summer was actually glad for the interruption this time. She didn’t want to listen to Gabriella go on and on about what she was supposed to do. It had never helped her before.
“You know that means I’ve got to go, but this is the wrong way to approach the subject. If you simply realized that I know what I’m doing, we’d avoid a lot of this stuff we don’t have time for. I’ll explain more later, but you can’t tell Ashlyn or her mom that she’s going to die.”
Oh yeah? Watch me. Tomorrow morning after she and Ashlyn went surfing, she was going to tell her and Pamela the truth. Then they’d have no choice but to talk to each other.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ashlyn secured the surfboards to the top of her car. “Troy called this morning and asked if I wanted to catch some waves with him and a few friends. I told him I already had plans with you.”
“Good.” Summer pulled her hair into a bun.
“Can’t we just invite him to come along with us?”
“I don’t want to deal with the weirdness, but if you’d rather go surfing with him, you can.”
Ashlyn climbed into her car and waited until Summer got in to continue. “Of course I’d rather go with you. You make me feel like a pro surfer.”
“Thanks a lot,” Summer said with a laugh. She tossed her bag and towel into the back seat. “I probably should get my own board if I’m going to go surfing all the time.”
Ashlyn backed out of her driveway. “I never use the one you’ve been using, so I really have no problem with you borrowing it. In fact, you can have it.” She waited for a car to pass, then entered the flow of traffic, turning down the road that would take them to their usual beach spot.
Obligatory by Unicorn Stench came over the car’s speakers. “Ugh. Troy ruined this song for me,” Summer said. “Now it makes me think about him.”
“You want me to change it? I’m thinking a little Finding Me is in order.”
“Finding Me seems appropriate right now.”
Ashlyn blasted the song, and they belted it out right along with the band who had helped bring them together.
You have to decide what you’re going to do and who you’re going to be.
And I’ve found that I’m better off being me.
I’ve found myself no thanks to you.
And I don’t need you to be me anymore.
Because I’m finding me
I won’t let you use me. I won’t let you in anymore.
I’m finding my own way, I’m stronger than before.
And I don’t need you to be me anymore
Because I’m finding me
The lyrics hit Summer as she sang along. Her friendship with Ashlyn had helped her figure out who she really was. Had helped her find herself when she was lost. She owed Ashlyn more than she could ever repay. Just a few more hours and I tell her and Pamela the truth.
She wanted to slow down time and speed it up, all at the same time.
Fresh ocean air wafted over Summer as she climbed out of Ashlyn’s car, and again she thought how much she loved this place. She froze when she spotted Troy, already on the beach. A couple of guys and three girls were standing by him. One of the girls had her arm around him. The chocolate doughnut she’d had this morning turned sour in her st
omach.
“See what I mean?” Summer pointed down at the beach. “He’s always got a girl hanging all over him.” She wasn’t sure if she should feel better or worse that he was with a different girl and not the volleyball player again.
Ashlyn glanced from Troy and his group, back to Summer. “You want to go up shore a bit?”
“No, it’s fine.” Summer pulled the long board off the car’s roof. “Let’s just go get in the water.” Where I can forget about Mister Bond and all his many women.
Summer and Ashlyn made their way down the wooden steps to the sand. Summer held her board to try to hide her from Troy and his group, hoping he wouldn’t notice her trying to sneak past, but no such luck.
“Sunshine! Ashlyn! Glad you decided to come catch some waves with us.” Troy walked over to Summer, leaving whatever girl he was talking to minutes ago looking all sad and bewildered. “So, do you have another riddle for me?”
Summer raised an eyebrow. “Did you figure out the first one?”
“No. I can’t figure you out at all.”
“Troy,” the girl whined. “I thought you were going to teach me to surf.”
“Sounds like you’ve got to go.” Summer started to turn as she threw out, “Later.”
Troy grabbed her arm, stopping her mid-stride. He moved so close his bare chest bumped her shoulder, and then he lowered his lips to her ear. “You’re the one who kissed me then ignored me for days. I don’t understand why you get to be mad.”
Her heart pounded out a rapid rhythm, and her skin blazed every place it touched his. Finally she met his green eyes—a mistake, really—but she managed to find her voice again. “You’re right. Look, I didn’t mean to mess up our friendship. I wish we could go back to the way things used to be. Before I . . . ” Her gaze dropped to his lips. She swallowed, the action taking way more effort than usual.
“That’s what you really want?” he asked, his eyes never leaving hers.
Words wouldn’t come, so she nodded.
“Okay then.” Troy ran his fingers down her arm, and then they were gone, and he was stepping back. And she was hating herself, even as she was telling herself it was good she’d been strong—she was never letting another boy walk all over her, even one she cared about as much as Troy. “Maybe I’ll catch up with you in the water.”
The girl Troy had been next to earlier was shooting daggers at Summer. Summer looked from her back to Troy. “I’m guessing you’ll have your hands pretty full.” She readjusted her board then moved over to Ashlyn. They walked a few more yards down the beach, where there was a nice open spot.
Ashlyn pulled at the sleeves on her wetsuit. “So, as I stood there, feeling out of place and awkward while you talked to Troy—thanks for that by the way—”
“Sorry,” Summer said.
“It’s okay. You two were pretty lost to the world there for a few minutes. I did happen to notice that you didn’t exactly tell him how you felt, though.”
“What was I supposed to do? Plant one on him right there in front of his date and tell him to pick me instead?”
“Did you give him any hint at all?” Ashlyn asked.
Summer stared out over the endless blue-green waves. “I said I wanted things to go back to the way they were before I kissed him.”
“Liar.”
“Hey!” Summer kicked water at her, and Ashlyn dodged it with a laugh. “Are we going to surf, or are we going to talk boys?”
Ashlyn smiled an up-to-no-good smile. “I choose boys.”
“Liar.”
“You’re right. Let’s surf. I don’t want to think about boys until I’m freaking out about my date.”
Summer dropped her board into the water. “Until then.”
* * *
This was it. The moment she was going to inform Pamela that her daughter didn’t have long to live. It wasn’t going to be easy. In fact, there was a good chance she might puke before she got out the words. But then she’d explain how she was going to try to stop Ashlyn’s death—she’d tell her that they should still prepare for the worst, though. It had to work. It just had to.
Sucking in a giant breath, Summer walked into the kitchen, where Pamela was sitting on a barstool, ever-present water bottle in front of her. She stepped right in front of Ashlyn’s mom and told herself to be strong, no matter what. “I have to tell you something.” Well, the tremble in her voice wasn’t as strong as she wanted, but she’d gotten out the words.
Pamela dropped her fitness magazine onto the counter and glared up at her. “Oh goody. More advice from a teenager.”
“It’s just that Ashlyn… Ashlyn is going to…” Summer’s tongue felt too big for her mouth, and the words wouldn’t form. No sound came out when she tried again. Twice more, and nothing still, even when she attempted to shout it. She literally couldn’t tell her.
Fine. I won’t say it okay? Summer silently pleaded with whoever was listening.
Her throat relaxed her tongue felt normal again. Summer rubbed her tight jaw, while Pamela sat, staring at her, not bothering to hide how annoyed she was. She searched for something else to say. “Ashlyn is going to be nervous for her date, and I was hoping you could tell her how awesome she looks right before she leaves. You know, since I won’t be here to amp her up.”
“Sure. I’ll tell her.” Pamela’s expression made it clear she thought the request was ridiculous, but maybe it would be enough to squeeze a compliment out of her anyway.
“Thanks.” Summer grabbed two Diet Cokes out of the fridge. On her way back to Ashlyn’s room, she worked to clear her mind. Maybe if she took a more spontaneous approach she’d have more luck. “Here’s your Coke.” Summer set one can on the dresser, then popped hers open.
“This shirt?” Ashlyn held a black top over her T-shirt. “Or this one?” A purple scoop-neck top replaced the black.
“Ashlyn, you’re going to—” Summer’s throat tightened, and her tongue felt too big, the same way it had when she’d tried to tell Pamela. That was as spontaneous as she could get, and it still hadn’t worked.
“I’m going to what?”
Clearing her throat gave Summer the needed seconds to recover and think of something else. “You’re going to look awesome in either.”
“I think I’ll go with the purple. Help me choose some shoes.”
Summer moved to the closet and stood next to Ashlyn. A variety of shoes lined the floor. “Comfy or looks?”
“Looks, of course,” Ashlyn said. “Don’t you remember how shallow I am?”
Summer smiled and pointed to the black boots with the four-inch heels. “Those then.” The heels should make her feel awesome, even if her mom failed to. “You’re wrong, though. You’re not shallow.”
“So now would probably be the wrong time to tell you I rented that boxing movie with the hot guys, planning to watch it on mute?”
“Well, as long as I’m invited to watch it with you, I see nothing wrong with that.”
Ashlyn grinned at her. “Who would help me fill in the voices if you’re not here to help?”
“See, that’s not shallow, though. That’s just good, wholesome entertainment.” Summer took a swig of her soda. “You get me, Ash. Not a lot of people do, but you and I are like…” Summer made the eye-to-eye signal.
“We’re like ninjas,” Ashlyn said, holding her hands up in her best ninja stance.
“Right.” Summer laughed. “Exactly like ninjas.”
Ashlyn grabbed her Diet Coke off the dresser and popped it open. “I can’t believe we’ve only been hanging out for like, what is it? A little over a month now?”
“Sounds about right.” Summer knew all too well how much time had passed. Too much time. Weeks without making any progress.
“It seems like forever. In a good way. I missed you like crazy those few days when…Well, all that stupid stuff happened that I don’t want to think about.”
“Aw, I missed you like crazy, too.” Unexpected tears formed in Summer’s eyes, an
d she quickly blinked them away, hoping Ashlyn didn’t see them. “It pisses me off to think of all those months we spent not being friends. All that wasted time.”
Ashlyn held up her can. “A toast. To not wasting any more time and making sure our last year of high school rocks.”
Summer clanged her can against Ashlyn’s, unable to say anything for fear her shaky voice would give away the intense sadness that had settled over her. Now she needed a new plan. Judging from the horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, it needed to be sooner rather than later.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
When Summer awoke, a pounding headache accompanied the churning in her stomach. She’d fallen asleep fully dressed, without dinner—she barely remembered coming home yesterday. She’d felt ill the entire drive from Ashlyn’s, her mind spinning to come up with a new plan, and fast.
Groaning, she sat up and looked around. I wonder how Ashlyn’s date went last night. Her cell wasn’t on her dresser or her nightstand. It wasn’t in her pocket either. Must still be in my car.
She stood and stretched her arms over her head. “Whoa,” she said when her reflection greeted her. Her curls were out of control, her eye makeup smudged. She wiped off all the leftover mascara she could without help of soap and water and slipped on her flip flops.
Dad came out of his room as Summer entered the hall. “You seemed pretty out of it last night when I got home. You okay?”
Summer covered a yawn with her hand. “Uh-huh. Just catching up on all the sleep I’ve missed lately, I guess.”
“Tiffany’s coming over in a few minutes. I’d appreciate it if you at least spent some time with us before running off.”
“I was planning on heading to Ashlyn’s.”
Dad’s shoulders slumped, giving him that whole deflated look. She didn’t have a lot of time, but she supposed she shouldn’t push away her family while trying to fix someone else’s. “But not till later,” she said. “So I can spend a few hours with you and. . . Tiffany.”