KnockOut

by Catherine Coulter

  Ethan said, “We may never know, but I’ll tell you, in that underground vault of Theodore Backman’s, Joanna and I watched her change. She became so powerful it scared the bejesus out of us. Is her ability gone now? Did she burn out? Maybe so.”

  Sherlock said, “As you said, maybe she’s not ready to remember all of it.”

  Joanna said, “Autumn will come into her own, whatever that may be. And what does it matter if there won’t be any psychic gifts in her future? I have my child back.”

  SAVICH STOOD in the doorway, watching Ethan and Joanna stroke their fingers through Autumn’s hair, lightly touching her cheek.

  He saw Autumn open her eyes, beautiful blue eyes that were bright and clear, no shadows of pain anymore. He saw her smile up at her mother and at Ethan. Joanna said, “Dillon and Sherlock are here, sweetie.”

  “Dillon’s here? Where is he?”

  “He’s standing in the doorway.”

  Autumn turned her head, looked at him, and gave him a huge smile. Dillon, she called to him.