“What are you talking about? You know who I am.” “It’s like seeing—” “What?” Something inside me started to quake, and I tried to glance away, but the intensity of his gaze held me. He searched my face. “The way you were staring up at the mountains just now…your expression…” He trailed off. “This is crazy.” “What is? Please, just tell me.” But already I could feel myself withdrawing into my own head. For all my preoccupation with truth and destiny, I was terrified of what I might learn here, terrified of how it would change me. I sensed a connection to whatever waited for me on that mountain just as surely as I’d felt a suffocating tie to that hidden grave. There was a reason I saw ghosts. It wasn’t happenstance, and it couldn’t be heredity because I was adopted. So what was I? Where was my place? Why, after all these years, had I been led here to Asher Falls?
