And yet Cara found she actually believed it—or more, even: about the sea otter, part of her had already known. She knelt at the edge of the walkway, staring down. All she saw was the mist of the sprayers, the wet wood. “But, Mom. I mean, how can you do that and still be…” She trailed off. The rest of what she thought was human? But she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud. Then it came: It’s complicated. I’m sorry—I know it’s hard to get your mind around. Even your mind, which is resilient. But listen, this water’s pretty toxic. I need to get out soon. “How can hear me all the way up here?” I can hear you with my mind. What brought you here, sweetie? Are you safe? “Jax isn’t. He got poisoned. By Roger from your work.” Roger! Roger?—Roger. The word came to Cara with a tone of disbelief; then tightly controlled fury. “It wasn’t normal poison,” she added. “It was something else. And the people taking care of him, the teachers at the Institute, told me to get a memory from you—to bring back a memory for them to fix him with.”
What do You think about The Shimmers In The Night?
