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After waking up just after ten, Kate found a note from her mother stating she was out running an errand. A postscript was added with instructions not to leave until her mom returned home. Knitting her brow, Kate thought about the hysterics of the night before. The vision had been especially strong—almost as if Cori was reaching out to her for help. She didn’t always see through the eyes of the other person with her second sight. With only a handful of these types of occurrences since Matt Spencer, she now had to wonder if a child’s mind was more open to her abilities. More often, she was disconnected and watched the scene as if it were a movie playing in her mind.
She felt restless as time passed, waiting for her mother to get home. A plan had formed this morning in her mind to head to a pay phone to call in a tip about Cori’s attacker. Although she couldn’t provide a good physical description, she could let them know the details of the break-in. However, there was no way she was taking the risk of having the call traced to the house phone or her cell.
Flipping on the radio, she hoped the loud music would ward off the horrible images from her vision. One of her favorite hip-hop songs came on and she began to dance around the living room. She closed her eyes and fantasized about dancing away all of her problems. While singing off-key, she practiced her best booty shake. She didn’t notice the front door opening.
“Katie.”
She stopped moving and turned abruptly. Her knees buckled as she observed her mother and Jared staring at her from the doorway. Jared could barely conceal his amusement, while her mother looked unsure. After her mortification faded, she inquired, “What’s going on? What’s he doing here?”
“Sit down. We have a few things we need to discuss,” her mother stated flatly without the usual musicality that filled her voice. Dread snaked through Kate’s body as she had a premonition about what was about to happen.