Semua Bab I Will Find You: Bab 71 - Bab 74

HollandThe moon came up like a coin from an old pocket—worn, bright, familiar to hands that have counted on it for years.“Tonight?” Remy asked, voice low in the doorway to my room, as if a loud suggestion might spook the thing we were about to ask for.“Tonight,” I said. The mark at my neck warmed as if agreeing.We walked out past the kitchen where the last of the dishes dried themselves into stacks and the night watch traded jokes they’d forget by morning. Past the porch where the lamps keep a polite little perimeter. Into the pines that begin where the yard gives up. Winter put a rind on the ground; the needles held their dark like a secret. The air smelled like cold metal and green and something else—old stone, maybe. The kind of scent that doesn’t belong to a person or even a year."Did you see the healer this morning?" Todd asked me as he approached us from behind. "No, I honestly forgot. But I feel fine now so it's probably nothing," I assured him. And then he started back t

HollandBy ten a.m., the rental counter had already lived three small lives and a minor tragedy. The phones flirted with ringing and then lost their nerve. A driver from one of our regular accounts insisted his box truck was “making a whale noise,” and when I asked him—politely—if he could give me the key so I could log the mileage, he gave me the whole ring like it was the keys to the city and I was a person who wouldn’t drop them. Coffee, once my good morning friend, sulked in its mug. I moved it out of my airspace and replaced it with water and a sleeve of crackers I pretended were a plan.The mark at my neck hummed soft and steady. The thin red cord Kerri had looped around my wrist made a quiet argument for luck. Inside, the smallest maybe in the world settled like a feather.I watched the glass door breathe the cold in and out and knew the thought I’d been circling had finished with me. I clicked the little “Back in 10” placard onto the counter, and took the stairs.Remy’s door w