The change in tone brought Summer’s gaze back up with a snap. “You think I don’t believe you. But both the things you’ve said are true. Are they related?” Her voice softened. “Not that it matters, either way you’re confronted with something even parents have trouble knowing what to do with. Either way you’re afraid of losing your friend, right?”
Allison shook her head. ”What would you think if you were in my shoes? Would you think that I would have believed you?” She pushed her hair back out of her face and sighed. ”Not directly related, no. They just are happening at the same time to the same person. And yes, I don’t know what would happen if we all lost him. He’s important to m
…us.”
Summer looked at Allison for a long moment, tongue flicking at her lip. Voice low, she said, “I’m going to tell you something. In exchange for what you’re telling me. Trusting me with. So you know I can be trusted, and that I believe you.”
Reaching up, she unclasped a silver figaro chain from around her neck, and laid it, and the crystal quartz charm it bore, on the table. When she spoke again, a deeper strain was evident in her face and body. “I’m an empath. I can sense your emotions. Your honesty. And I do think that if our places were switched, you would believe me. Because I can tell that this isn’t your first brush with — extraordinary things.”