Chapter 112

Deidre

I see him come back to me, his eyes losing their far-off gaze.

“Jason?”

He shakes his head as if embarrassed at being caught, lost in thought. “What’s on your mind?”

He squeezes his eyes shut, as if blocking out whatever he was thinking about. “I was thinking about Kyle.”

I blink. Kyle? What does Kyle have to do with this?

But the memory of something is fading from his eyes. I grab his hand and he grips it back, as if struggling to grasp something beyond his reach. I struggle if I should ask, but instead I say, “I’m sorry for yelling.”

He rubs his eye with stiff fingers. “I’m sorry for fighting. I don’t even know how we got here.” I do, but waiver on how much I want to remind him of that. I begin to pull back from him when his other hand clasps mine in place. “I’m sorry. It’s just… this entire thing is finally beginning to take its toll on me.” I bite my lip, restraining my comment. “Twenty years ago, it seemed like a fluke. A blip on the radar. That his level of unusualness was