almost tell him about what just happened with the Drau, about the Committee sending Kendra to take it out before I could really communicate with it. But my brain canât follow that path right now. Itâs already too full.
âLater,â I say.
For a second, I think heâs going to press me. Then he nods.
I break away and pace the room.
He rests one shoulder against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.
I sit.
He sits beside me.
We wait for what feels like eternity, Jackson leaning back in his chair, legs splayed, his fingers linked behind hishead, me leaning forward, forearms resting on my thighs.
Finally, I canât take it anymore. âWhatâs taking them so long to get Dad ready for transfer?â
Jackson checks his phone. âItâs been four and a half minutes.â
I bound to my feet. I donât know what to do with my hands. I canât bear to talk. I canât bear the silence. My thoughts tangle and knot, so I pick a single thread and follow it.
âWhen we went back to the game, I didnât respawn where I should have. I should have been running toward Luka, but I wasnât.â
Jackson lowers his hands and sits up straighter. âYou want to talk about this now?â
âYes. No.â I shake my head. âI donât know.â
âOkay,â Jackson says, leaning back again. âLet me know when you figure it out.â
âYouâre being amenable.â
âAmenableâs one way to describe it.â
Seconds crawl past.
âI wish a nurse would come.â I wish someone would take me to see Dad. Talk to him. Watch his chest move as he breathes. I just need proof heâs alive.
I wish someone would come tell me that Carlyâs okay. That I can see her, hug her.
Mom always used to say, If wishes were pennies . . .
It hits me that Iâm silently pleading for Dad to be okay, for Carly to be okay. Wishing. Pleading. Begging. Like theDrau, begging for mercy. The image wonât leave me alone. Maybe this is the time to talk about it.
âIt wasnât just the weird respawn,â I say, rubbing my forehead. âSomething else happened. It might be important.â I look up at Jacksonâs eyes, but all I see are reflections of myself in his mirrored shades.
âImportant right this minute?â Jackson asks. âTo the things happening right now?â
âNo.â
âThen you donât need to think about it. You donât need to talk about anything having to do with the game. Itâll keep.â He sits forward again. âUnless you want to talk about it. Then go right ahead, if it will help.â
My gaze slides to the TV, and I remember the creepy feeling of being watched and my suspicion that the Drau were spying on us through the screen. Is that even possible, or am I being paranoid?
âIââ I choke on my words.
Itâs all too much. Thoughts bombard me and images flash behind my eyes like a strobe light: The Drau getting swallowed by the black ooze from Kendraâs weapon. The image flickers and shifts to Daddy, covered in blood, trapped in crumpled metal. Daddy, cold and white and dead. Then Carly, lying dead on the floor of the school after the Drau crossed over into the Halloween dance, blood flowering on yellow spandex. Carly, dead on the cold ground in front of the twisted remains of the Explorer.
I wrap my arms around myself. I donât want theseimages in my head. I shove them out but they bounce right back in.
Jackson rises and pulls me into his arms. âWhat is it?â he whispers against my hair.
âOveractive imagination. I keep picturing everything turning out bad, and not just here. There , too. I keep seeing possibilities, none of them good.â
âThe doctor was optimistic about your dad. Focus on that. Donât let yourself think about the game.â
âThatâs just it. Iâm not thinking about the game,
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