Listening To Fear -- Part 14
Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 11:53 am
<center>Part 14</center>
Liz entered her hotel room humming and smiling to herself. Throwing her purse on the bed she called out to Michael, “Michael? You here?”
When she got no reply she shrugged to herself and peeled off her jacket, deciding to head into the bathroom for a shower. As she stepped into the spray of water, she wondered at how changed and happy she felt. She didn’t think that she would have felt so light hearted and excited about her date with Max tomorrow, but she did. Max made her feel things - things like joy, pleasure, attraction, comfort – things she hadn’t felt in a long time, and she welcomed the change.
Only a week ago she would have felt worried and suspicious about Max. She would have tried to run from it and would have wondered if this all was as innocent as it seemed. But there was just something about Max that made her feel she could trust him. She recalled how she had felt around him that first night they had met in the park. And with it she remembered the comfortable familiarity she had felt around him then. That feeling had only increased over the past few days and she refused to let herself obsess and worry over the why and how. For the first time in a long while she was happy and at ease, and she was going to let herself enjoy it.
Tilting her head back to let the water cascade down her, she allowed herself to imagine, just for a moment, what it would be like to have more with Max. She had no illusions about their date. She knew that it wouldn’t be - or rather couldn’t be - anything more than a one time date. And she was going to make sure Max knew and understood that, too. There was just too much at stake, too many uncertainties in her life, to allow for anything more. And though it disappointed her, she was just going to have to accept that and so would he.
Liz shut off the water and quickly grabbed a towel to dry off. She pulled on the hotel bath robe and headed back into the room to grab some clothes. She was just rummaging through her bag when she heard the door open. Looking up she found Michael striding in, his face stormy. Michael slammed the door behind him and stomped across the room and flung himself on the bed.
“Crazy, blonde female!” he muttered angrily, yanking out his wallet from his pocket and throwing it on the bedside table with force. “What the hell does she know?”
Liz just raised an eyebrow at him. “Problem?”
Michaels shot her a quick side-ways look to assess if she was making fun of him. Determining that she wasn’t he said grumpily, “I just don’t get why people can’t mind their own damn business!”
“Because then their lives would become boring and meaningless,” Liz replied with a laugh, not really worried by Michael’s mood. She knew him well enough to know that he could get worked up over the tiniest things. She picked up the clothes she had taken out and headed to the bathroom with them. “Besides,” she said, her voice muffled due to the closed door, “It’s a small town. People tend to be nosy here. So, who’s the unlucky person who committed this dire error?”
Michael scratched his eyebrow uneasily as he replied, “Oh, that Maria girl from the café. I was at the Crashdown and she kept asking me about what you said to Max.” He snorted disdainfully. “Like Max isn’t her friend or anything! Why the hell couldn’t she have called him up?”
Liz popped out of the bathroom wearing shorts and a t-shirt and a smirk on her face. “That Maria girl?” she asked. When Michael ignored her comment she suppressed a smile and asked, “And you were at the Crashdown? Why? We’ve already had lunch.”
“I wanted something to drink,” Michael replied defensively.
Liz arched an eyebrow at him. “We have a vending machine down the hall,” she pointed out.
“Yeah, well I thought I could use the walk.”
Liz kept looking at Michael funny for a moment before replying in a confused tone, “Okay…,”
A silence fell between them before Michael spoke up. “So, you talked to Max.”
It was a statement more than a question and Liz hesitated before answering. “Yes, I did,” she answered slowly. She sat down on the bed next to Michael and folded her hands in her lap nervously. “We have a date for tomorrow night.”
“Oh…I see.”
Liz looked up quickly at Michael, worried by the quiet tone in his voice. “Michael, are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked him anxiously. “And I mean really okay with this? I know you said that you were but I want you to tell me honestly.”
Michael sighed and turned to look at her before taking her hands in between his. “Even if I wasn’t I told you that I’d back you up no matter what you decide,” he told her. “And I’m sticking to that. If you feel this is something you have to or want to do than so be it. I trust you, Liz. I trust whatever decision you’re going to make.”
Liz gave him a soft smile and squeezed his hand gratefully. “I do and…thank you.”
They fell into a comfortable silence for a while, sitting with their hands intertwined. So much had happened to them since they’d come into this town. Most of it unexpected and unplanned, and even though some of these things had been causes to worry; others had only proved to be pleasant surprises. Such as Kyle Valenti.
How they had met him could have occurred through a better situation, but Liz wasn’t sure they would have asked for his help if they had met in a different way. It might not have been a very safe choice to trust him, even with a partial truth, but every fiber in Liz’s body told her that they were on the right track. To her, such instinct was as good as any premonition she might get.
“How long do you think Kyle will take to get back to us?” Liz mused aloud.
Michael turned to look at her, a bit surprised by the sudden change in topic but then he shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno…. A few days, a week maybe?” He looked at her with some concern and scratched his eyebrow. “Do you think he’s just a waste of time? I mean, we have no guarantee that this guy can get us anything.”
“That’s true,” Liz replied carefully, pausing to consider how to word her answer. “But there’s something there, Michael. There’s something about this guy, this entire scenario that just makes me feel that it’s going to work.”
“I sure hope you’re right, Liz,” Michael replied. “Because we’re running out of options.”
“This place feels right,” Liz mused. She shifted suddenly on the bed so that she was sitting sideways instead as she gave Michael an amazed smile. “Michael, do you realize it’s been nearly three days since I’ve had the nightmares?”
“Really?” Michael’s voice was filled with pleased surprise.
“Yeah.” Liz tucked her hair behind her ear as she bounced on the bed like an excited child. “The last one I had was on the night we got here. In fact I’ve had no flashes, premonitions or dreams. For once I feel…free!”
“How…I mean, what did you do that made them stop?” Michael asked.
Liz shrugged now, frowning slightly. “I’m not sure I did anything. I think it’s this place. I don’t know…. Something over here seems to be blocking them. I don’t know if that’s necessarily a good thing because if it can block my dreams maybe it’s been blocking my premonitions as well, because I’ve not had those since we’ve come here either.”
“Liz, don’t start thinking like that because then you’ll just start becoming paranoid,” Michael told her. “Your nightmares stopping, that’s a good thing and as for your premonitions…well maybe there is nothing more for us to be warned about just yet. Ever think of it that way?”
Liz bit her lip and nodded slowly. “Maybe you’re right,” she agreed. “Maybe we should just take everything at face value.”
“This place has got a good vibe about it. I sensed it when I first decided to come here and then felt it when we reached this place,” Michael told her. “Didn’t it feel like coming home when we first came here?”
“Yeah…I guess you could say that,” Liz pondered. “Well whatever it is, I don’t think we should get too comfortable. Face value or not, it could just be the calm before the storm.”
“I’m not asking you to not be careful because for all we know, Kivar could have traced us here. But let’s not start looking over our shoulder at every shadow.” A stricken look passed Liz’s face at the mention of Kivar and Michael hurried to assure her. “It’s very unlikely though, Liz. We were very careful this time.”
Liz didn’t say anything but just nodded uneasily. “Michael…when can I talk to mom?” Her voice was soft and hesitant and Michael heard the tears in them.
He knew how close Liz had been to both her parents and how being away from them this way was hurting her but he knew there was no safe way of contacting them right now. Not with Kivar probably keeping a close watch on their homes.
He wouldn’t lie to her and tell her that she could talk to them tomorrow, because even Liz knew that wasn’t possible. But he could try to make sure that she was able to talk to her parents again as soon as things got a bit safer.
So, pulling her close to him, he pressed a brotherly kiss on her forehead. “Soon, Liz,” he promised. “Soon.”
<center>*****</center>
“You know what to do right?” Tess asked Kyle, her voice slightly nervous as they stopped outside the adoption center.
Kyle nodded, his eyes fixed on the doors leading inside. “Yeah…” He swallowed hard and then looked down at Tess worriedly. “You sure you can hold the mind warp long enough?”
Tess nodded more confidently than she felt. “Trust me.”
“I do,” he replied then leaned down to place a quick but lingering kiss on her lips. “Let’s do this and get out of there. Good luck!”
“You, too,” Tess replied as she started to head inside while Kyle waited outside, partially hidden by the trees as he waited for Tess’s signal.
Tess took a deep breath to calm the nerves in her stomach before she pushed open the door and walked up to the counter. The lady sitting there looked up from her work and gave Tess a smile.
“Hi, how may I help you?”
Tess returned the smile and replied, “Hi, my name is Tess Harding and I go to Roswell High. I was wondering if you could help me out a little. You see, as part of our term project we’ve been assigned to do a report on Roswell and its community. I thought that why not do mine on the kids over here…you know show how Roswell supports these poor kids and encourages its citizens to take them into their homes.”
The lady’s smile brightened considerably and she gushed, “Oh, how lovely! I’m sure we’d be glad to help you in your report. Just tell us how we can help you and what you need.”
“That’s great!” Tess exclaimed. Her voice faltered slightly but the woman barely noticed as Tess begun her mind warp. She projected images of herself talking to her, explaining what she wanted and how she hoped to go about her project. Once Tess was sure that the lady was deep into the mind warp, she gave Kyle a missed call on his cell.
Within seconds Kyle was rushing inside. He paused to make sure Tess was all right as she looked strained but she waved him off, telling him to hurry. He didn’t waste any time, knowing that Tess wouldn’t be able to hold her mind warp for long. Though she was probably the strongest of the three aliens, even she couldn’t use her powers for long periods of time.
Kyle immediately headed to the back where he knew all the old records were kept. Shutting the door behind him, Kyle stared at the room and the file cabinets with despair.
There must be hundreds of files here! he thought. How the hell am I supposed to find the one I’m looking for when I have no idea where to begin?
But he knew he had to try. He couldn’t let this all be for nothing. Kyle quickly got to work by attacking the file cabinet nearest him. He had hoped that maybe there was some sort of order in which the files were kept but to his frustration he couldn’t figure out what the order was, if there was any at all to begin with.
File after file, cabinet after cabinet Kyle searched but as the minutes passed his despair increased. There was no way he would ever find that file. He wasn’t even sure if it was here at all! Glancing at his watch, Kyle saw that nearly twenty minutes had passed and the thought of Tess began to pull at him. He knew that she couldn’t have held the mind warp for this long. Ten minutes maybe but not twenty. She had never been able to hold it for this long.
And if she had stopped then that meant that he didn’t have much time anymore. Someone could come walking here any minute! Sweat began to trickle down his back as every sound he heard now had him thinking that this was it, he was caught. That’s why when he heard the door creak open slowly he froze, his heart stopping for the barest of seconds before beginning to race at a maddening speed.
He was so terrified that he couldn’t even duck or hide. Instead he stared with wide-eyed horror down the row, expecting a guard to come catch him, clutching the files desperately in his hands. As the soft footsteps got closer, Kyle was sure he would pass out.
This is it… I’m dead! he thought as he closed his eyes and waited. When a hand touched his shoulder, he opened his mouth to shout but a hand clamped down on it before he could.
“Ssshhhh,” Tess hissed. “Do you want the guards to hear you?!”
Kyle opened his eyes and turned around to find Tess glaring at him. Relief seeped through him and he felt his heart beat slow down a little. “Tess!” he whispered thankfully. “Oh God, it’s just you!”
“Who did you think it was?” Tess asked, smacking him lightly on the head.
“With you creeping in like that I was sure you were the guard,” Kyle replied. Then a thought occurred to him. “Wait, what are you doing inside? You’re supposed to keep watch!”
“Well, I sent that woman out for at least an hour and I figured you could use the help,” Tess replied. “Did you find anything?”
Kyle shook his head. “No and from the looks of things we could be here all night.”
Tess shot a look around and felt the same despair settle in her. “Yeah…but we have to keep looking. Let’s spilt up.”
By starting off from two different corners, they began their search. More than fifteen minutes passed but they found nothing. Tess was just about to suggest that they call it quits, when, by sheer luck, a file caught her eye.
Roswell - 1987
As an odd feeling settled in her, she reached for the file and flipped it open. Her eyes scanned the first few lines and her breath caught. She read about herself, Max, and Isabel. Flipping the page she found two more documents…this time about two more children found in the desert two days later. A boy and a girl named Michael Guerin and Liz Parker.
“Kyle!” she hissed. “Kyle!”
He came running to her and she jabbed at the file with shaking fingers. “I found it…oh my God, I found it!”
Kyle snatched the file from her and read it over quickly. His eyes shot to meet Tess’ as the implication hit them both. This essentially proved his suspicions…and at the same time opened a whole bunch of possibilities, questions, and opportunities for Max, Isabel, and Tess.
“I think it’s time we called a meeting,” Kyle told Tess shakily.
<center>TBC. . .</center>
Liz entered her hotel room humming and smiling to herself. Throwing her purse on the bed she called out to Michael, “Michael? You here?”
When she got no reply she shrugged to herself and peeled off her jacket, deciding to head into the bathroom for a shower. As she stepped into the spray of water, she wondered at how changed and happy she felt. She didn’t think that she would have felt so light hearted and excited about her date with Max tomorrow, but she did. Max made her feel things - things like joy, pleasure, attraction, comfort – things she hadn’t felt in a long time, and she welcomed the change.
Only a week ago she would have felt worried and suspicious about Max. She would have tried to run from it and would have wondered if this all was as innocent as it seemed. But there was just something about Max that made her feel she could trust him. She recalled how she had felt around him that first night they had met in the park. And with it she remembered the comfortable familiarity she had felt around him then. That feeling had only increased over the past few days and she refused to let herself obsess and worry over the why and how. For the first time in a long while she was happy and at ease, and she was going to let herself enjoy it.
Tilting her head back to let the water cascade down her, she allowed herself to imagine, just for a moment, what it would be like to have more with Max. She had no illusions about their date. She knew that it wouldn’t be - or rather couldn’t be - anything more than a one time date. And she was going to make sure Max knew and understood that, too. There was just too much at stake, too many uncertainties in her life, to allow for anything more. And though it disappointed her, she was just going to have to accept that and so would he.
Liz shut off the water and quickly grabbed a towel to dry off. She pulled on the hotel bath robe and headed back into the room to grab some clothes. She was just rummaging through her bag when she heard the door open. Looking up she found Michael striding in, his face stormy. Michael slammed the door behind him and stomped across the room and flung himself on the bed.
“Crazy, blonde female!” he muttered angrily, yanking out his wallet from his pocket and throwing it on the bedside table with force. “What the hell does she know?”
Liz just raised an eyebrow at him. “Problem?”
Michaels shot her a quick side-ways look to assess if she was making fun of him. Determining that she wasn’t he said grumpily, “I just don’t get why people can’t mind their own damn business!”
“Because then their lives would become boring and meaningless,” Liz replied with a laugh, not really worried by Michael’s mood. She knew him well enough to know that he could get worked up over the tiniest things. She picked up the clothes she had taken out and headed to the bathroom with them. “Besides,” she said, her voice muffled due to the closed door, “It’s a small town. People tend to be nosy here. So, who’s the unlucky person who committed this dire error?”
Michael scratched his eyebrow uneasily as he replied, “Oh, that Maria girl from the café. I was at the Crashdown and she kept asking me about what you said to Max.” He snorted disdainfully. “Like Max isn’t her friend or anything! Why the hell couldn’t she have called him up?”
Liz popped out of the bathroom wearing shorts and a t-shirt and a smirk on her face. “That Maria girl?” she asked. When Michael ignored her comment she suppressed a smile and asked, “And you were at the Crashdown? Why? We’ve already had lunch.”
“I wanted something to drink,” Michael replied defensively.
Liz arched an eyebrow at him. “We have a vending machine down the hall,” she pointed out.
“Yeah, well I thought I could use the walk.”
Liz kept looking at Michael funny for a moment before replying in a confused tone, “Okay…,”
A silence fell between them before Michael spoke up. “So, you talked to Max.”
It was a statement more than a question and Liz hesitated before answering. “Yes, I did,” she answered slowly. She sat down on the bed next to Michael and folded her hands in her lap nervously. “We have a date for tomorrow night.”
“Oh…I see.”
Liz looked up quickly at Michael, worried by the quiet tone in his voice. “Michael, are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked him anxiously. “And I mean really okay with this? I know you said that you were but I want you to tell me honestly.”
Michael sighed and turned to look at her before taking her hands in between his. “Even if I wasn’t I told you that I’d back you up no matter what you decide,” he told her. “And I’m sticking to that. If you feel this is something you have to or want to do than so be it. I trust you, Liz. I trust whatever decision you’re going to make.”
Liz gave him a soft smile and squeezed his hand gratefully. “I do and…thank you.”
They fell into a comfortable silence for a while, sitting with their hands intertwined. So much had happened to them since they’d come into this town. Most of it unexpected and unplanned, and even though some of these things had been causes to worry; others had only proved to be pleasant surprises. Such as Kyle Valenti.
How they had met him could have occurred through a better situation, but Liz wasn’t sure they would have asked for his help if they had met in a different way. It might not have been a very safe choice to trust him, even with a partial truth, but every fiber in Liz’s body told her that they were on the right track. To her, such instinct was as good as any premonition she might get.
“How long do you think Kyle will take to get back to us?” Liz mused aloud.
Michael turned to look at her, a bit surprised by the sudden change in topic but then he shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno…. A few days, a week maybe?” He looked at her with some concern and scratched his eyebrow. “Do you think he’s just a waste of time? I mean, we have no guarantee that this guy can get us anything.”
“That’s true,” Liz replied carefully, pausing to consider how to word her answer. “But there’s something there, Michael. There’s something about this guy, this entire scenario that just makes me feel that it’s going to work.”
“I sure hope you’re right, Liz,” Michael replied. “Because we’re running out of options.”
“This place feels right,” Liz mused. She shifted suddenly on the bed so that she was sitting sideways instead as she gave Michael an amazed smile. “Michael, do you realize it’s been nearly three days since I’ve had the nightmares?”
“Really?” Michael’s voice was filled with pleased surprise.
“Yeah.” Liz tucked her hair behind her ear as she bounced on the bed like an excited child. “The last one I had was on the night we got here. In fact I’ve had no flashes, premonitions or dreams. For once I feel…free!”
“How…I mean, what did you do that made them stop?” Michael asked.
Liz shrugged now, frowning slightly. “I’m not sure I did anything. I think it’s this place. I don’t know…. Something over here seems to be blocking them. I don’t know if that’s necessarily a good thing because if it can block my dreams maybe it’s been blocking my premonitions as well, because I’ve not had those since we’ve come here either.”
“Liz, don’t start thinking like that because then you’ll just start becoming paranoid,” Michael told her. “Your nightmares stopping, that’s a good thing and as for your premonitions…well maybe there is nothing more for us to be warned about just yet. Ever think of it that way?”
Liz bit her lip and nodded slowly. “Maybe you’re right,” she agreed. “Maybe we should just take everything at face value.”
“This place has got a good vibe about it. I sensed it when I first decided to come here and then felt it when we reached this place,” Michael told her. “Didn’t it feel like coming home when we first came here?”
“Yeah…I guess you could say that,” Liz pondered. “Well whatever it is, I don’t think we should get too comfortable. Face value or not, it could just be the calm before the storm.”
“I’m not asking you to not be careful because for all we know, Kivar could have traced us here. But let’s not start looking over our shoulder at every shadow.” A stricken look passed Liz’s face at the mention of Kivar and Michael hurried to assure her. “It’s very unlikely though, Liz. We were very careful this time.”
Liz didn’t say anything but just nodded uneasily. “Michael…when can I talk to mom?” Her voice was soft and hesitant and Michael heard the tears in them.
He knew how close Liz had been to both her parents and how being away from them this way was hurting her but he knew there was no safe way of contacting them right now. Not with Kivar probably keeping a close watch on their homes.
He wouldn’t lie to her and tell her that she could talk to them tomorrow, because even Liz knew that wasn’t possible. But he could try to make sure that she was able to talk to her parents again as soon as things got a bit safer.
So, pulling her close to him, he pressed a brotherly kiss on her forehead. “Soon, Liz,” he promised. “Soon.”
<center>*****</center>
“You know what to do right?” Tess asked Kyle, her voice slightly nervous as they stopped outside the adoption center.
Kyle nodded, his eyes fixed on the doors leading inside. “Yeah…” He swallowed hard and then looked down at Tess worriedly. “You sure you can hold the mind warp long enough?”
Tess nodded more confidently than she felt. “Trust me.”
“I do,” he replied then leaned down to place a quick but lingering kiss on her lips. “Let’s do this and get out of there. Good luck!”
“You, too,” Tess replied as she started to head inside while Kyle waited outside, partially hidden by the trees as he waited for Tess’s signal.
Tess took a deep breath to calm the nerves in her stomach before she pushed open the door and walked up to the counter. The lady sitting there looked up from her work and gave Tess a smile.
“Hi, how may I help you?”
Tess returned the smile and replied, “Hi, my name is Tess Harding and I go to Roswell High. I was wondering if you could help me out a little. You see, as part of our term project we’ve been assigned to do a report on Roswell and its community. I thought that why not do mine on the kids over here…you know show how Roswell supports these poor kids and encourages its citizens to take them into their homes.”
The lady’s smile brightened considerably and she gushed, “Oh, how lovely! I’m sure we’d be glad to help you in your report. Just tell us how we can help you and what you need.”
“That’s great!” Tess exclaimed. Her voice faltered slightly but the woman barely noticed as Tess begun her mind warp. She projected images of herself talking to her, explaining what she wanted and how she hoped to go about her project. Once Tess was sure that the lady was deep into the mind warp, she gave Kyle a missed call on his cell.
Within seconds Kyle was rushing inside. He paused to make sure Tess was all right as she looked strained but she waved him off, telling him to hurry. He didn’t waste any time, knowing that Tess wouldn’t be able to hold her mind warp for long. Though she was probably the strongest of the three aliens, even she couldn’t use her powers for long periods of time.
Kyle immediately headed to the back where he knew all the old records were kept. Shutting the door behind him, Kyle stared at the room and the file cabinets with despair.
There must be hundreds of files here! he thought. How the hell am I supposed to find the one I’m looking for when I have no idea where to begin?
But he knew he had to try. He couldn’t let this all be for nothing. Kyle quickly got to work by attacking the file cabinet nearest him. He had hoped that maybe there was some sort of order in which the files were kept but to his frustration he couldn’t figure out what the order was, if there was any at all to begin with.
File after file, cabinet after cabinet Kyle searched but as the minutes passed his despair increased. There was no way he would ever find that file. He wasn’t even sure if it was here at all! Glancing at his watch, Kyle saw that nearly twenty minutes had passed and the thought of Tess began to pull at him. He knew that she couldn’t have held the mind warp for this long. Ten minutes maybe but not twenty. She had never been able to hold it for this long.
And if she had stopped then that meant that he didn’t have much time anymore. Someone could come walking here any minute! Sweat began to trickle down his back as every sound he heard now had him thinking that this was it, he was caught. That’s why when he heard the door creak open slowly he froze, his heart stopping for the barest of seconds before beginning to race at a maddening speed.
He was so terrified that he couldn’t even duck or hide. Instead he stared with wide-eyed horror down the row, expecting a guard to come catch him, clutching the files desperately in his hands. As the soft footsteps got closer, Kyle was sure he would pass out.
This is it… I’m dead! he thought as he closed his eyes and waited. When a hand touched his shoulder, he opened his mouth to shout but a hand clamped down on it before he could.
“Ssshhhh,” Tess hissed. “Do you want the guards to hear you?!”
Kyle opened his eyes and turned around to find Tess glaring at him. Relief seeped through him and he felt his heart beat slow down a little. “Tess!” he whispered thankfully. “Oh God, it’s just you!”
“Who did you think it was?” Tess asked, smacking him lightly on the head.
“With you creeping in like that I was sure you were the guard,” Kyle replied. Then a thought occurred to him. “Wait, what are you doing inside? You’re supposed to keep watch!”
“Well, I sent that woman out for at least an hour and I figured you could use the help,” Tess replied. “Did you find anything?”
Kyle shook his head. “No and from the looks of things we could be here all night.”
Tess shot a look around and felt the same despair settle in her. “Yeah…but we have to keep looking. Let’s spilt up.”
By starting off from two different corners, they began their search. More than fifteen minutes passed but they found nothing. Tess was just about to suggest that they call it quits, when, by sheer luck, a file caught her eye.
Roswell - 1987
As an odd feeling settled in her, she reached for the file and flipped it open. Her eyes scanned the first few lines and her breath caught. She read about herself, Max, and Isabel. Flipping the page she found two more documents…this time about two more children found in the desert two days later. A boy and a girl named Michael Guerin and Liz Parker.
“Kyle!” she hissed. “Kyle!”
He came running to her and she jabbed at the file with shaking fingers. “I found it…oh my God, I found it!”
Kyle snatched the file from her and read it over quickly. His eyes shot to meet Tess’ as the implication hit them both. This essentially proved his suspicions…and at the same time opened a whole bunch of possibilities, questions, and opportunities for Max, Isabel, and Tess.
“I think it’s time we called a meeting,” Kyle told Tess shakily.
<center>TBC. . .</center>
