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wouldn’t? Especially when she catered to him, sympathized with him, comforted him. They’d deliberately set him up to go through hell, all in the name of science.
    Breaking out in a sweat, Jamie still recalled the exact wording of the institute’s mission statement: Striving to improve human conditions through studied and scientific perception of abilities that surpass average restrictions of the human mind.
    He’d surpassed restrictions, all right. And barely survived to tell about it.
    â€œAlmost everyone else.”
    Jumping at the intrusion of Faith’s voice when he’d been so lost in sick memories, Jamie shook his head and faced her. “What did you say?”
    â€œNot everyone was kept away from you.” Faith nervously twisted her hands together. “The things that happened there ... the different tests to validate the extent of remote-viewing accuracy, had to be recorded.”
    A strange foreboding unfurled. Before Jamie had left the institute, he’d been the number one remote viewer, with other psychic talents thrown in for devastating scores in every test.
    Faith curled her fingers around his arm, and her tension transferred to him through her quivering apprehension. “In your case, there were only a few people who were trusted enough to be privy to the details of the tests run and the end results achieved. You were top secret, Jamie. What they did to you was top secret. But it all still had to be put into a file.”
    A layer of ice froze around his heart, settled in his lungs. Shrugging off her hand, Jamie struggled to contain the queasy sense of betrayal. “And you were one of those people?”
    â€œYes. I was the only other person.”
    Ripe with disdain, his gaze roamed over her. “I’m not buying it, Faith.” He didn’t want to buy it. “You’re too young to have any formal training or background that’d make you trustworthy to a cynic like Kline.”
    â€œI’m twenty-seven. A few years younger than you.”
    Jamie didn’t recall exactly how long ago he’d left Farmington. Too many days and nights had melded together in loneliness, and a man with no agenda, no schedule to keep, never bothered with a calendar. But he knew it had been years upon years. Faith couldn’t have been more than nineteen, twenty at most, when she worked for them—and when she’d had a baby.
    Jesus, around the time he’d run away, desperate to save his sanity, she’d been pregnant.
    But what did it matter? In light of what she’d just told him, he didn’t care about her age or what she might have gone through as a young mother alone.
    He didn’t care, damn it.
    â€œSo who are you, Faith?” There’d been days when he’d cursed his ability to know the inside of other people’s brains, when he’d had no choice but to feel their pain, their fears and worries. Now, when he most wished for it, he couldn’t fathom a single thought in Faith’s head.
    The unknown conjured many possibilities and had him simmering with rage. He straightened away from the headboard, his stomach in knots, his heart glacial. “Are you Kline’s daughter?”
    â€œ No .” A visible strain etched Faith’s features. Her breath accelerated and she chewed her bottom lip before inching closer. “Kline’s daughter disappeared years ago, some say to carry on his work, others say to hide from the disgrace her father caused.”
    â€œI never met her,” Jamie mused aloud. “So I wouldn’t recognize her. But I know Kline was proud of her. I know he shared things with her.” His hands fisted. “I know she would have been about your age.”
    â€œI’m no relationship to any of them, Jamie, I swear. And I didn’t work directly for any of the professors.” Her chest rose and fell in desperation. “But ... I ...”
    Jamie felt more alone by the