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have to do to rescue
Nathaniel from death! It was an insane mission.
    They barely spoke at lunchtime. Courtney and
Darren filled the silence with their meandering stories of the
weekend and new ideas for their upcoming double date. He listened
with half an ear, smiling at appropriate moments, but Gemma saw
right through him.
    Brushing his lips over her cheek, he left for
Statistics still trying to concoct the ultimate argument. By the
end of the period he had settled on the best solution he could
think of. He would talk to his mother as gently as possible and
somehow find a way to convince Gemma to stay in the present. He
would make her see that his mother didn’t need a love letter from a
past boyfriend to find peace. He would supply the needed
forgiveness and let his mother know that whatever reason she chose
to leave was valid.
    Mind set, he headed to History and managed to
pay attention for most of the class. As the final bell rang he
sauntered out the door with Gemma, his lips firmly closed about his
intentions. He would let her think whatever she wanted for now, but
by the end of the evening he could put his mind to rest about this
ridiculous idea and things could go back to normal. There was
nothing a little sweet-talking couldn’t accomplish.
     
    His mother was in the study when he got home.
Rosie had stomped her way upstairs without a greeting, her usual
protest to the moving announcement. Sam was at a neighbor’s house
and Justin was engrossed in beating his last high score on some
computer game that involved machine guns and way too much
carnage.
    Harrison studied her from the doorway,
forming his speech clearly in his head.
    “Hey Mom.” He shoved his hands in his pockets
and stepped into the room.
    She spun her chair around and gave him a
small smile.
    “So there is still one person in this house
talking to me.”
    He reciprocated her smile and closed the door
behind him.
    Sitting down on the leather armchair in the
corner, he placed his elbows on his knees and interlaced his
fingers.
    “Why are we moving again?”
    He watched his mother sigh and open her mouth
to begin her usual spiel about job opportunities, so he stopped
her.
    “Please, tell me the truth this time. If
you’re asking me to leave Gemma, I’ve got to have a good reason.
What are you searching for, Mom?”
    “Nothing.” A nervous smile twittered over her
lips. “A good job.”
    Harrison tipped his head, giving her that
look that always peeled away the layers.
    She shook her head and looked to the
floor.
    “You know, Bryan’s only started up his
business and it’s going really well. Surely you don’t want to take
that away from him for a quest that will probably continue to leave
you empty hearted.”
    Her eyes began to glisten, but he plowed
through, dropping the bombshell as subtly as he could.
    “History’s not going to change, Mom, no
matter how much you research it. Dad’s dead and he didn’t leave you
a goodbye letter, but that doesn’t mean he hates you for leaving
him.”
    Helen’s head lurched up, her mouth fell open
and her eyes grew wide with horror.
    “What are you talking about?”
    Bracing himself, he stole a quick breath and
said it. “I know the truth about him. I know the truth about
you.”
    A confused smile flickered over her lips, a
feeble attempt to mask the emotion ravaging her features. “Of
course you do, sweetie,” her voice shook. “I’ve always told you
about your dad and me. Why are you making up stories about me
leaving him?”
    His brain jumped to a sharp retort that he
managed to swallow. Relaxing his fingers, he stretched towards her
and placed his hands over her frantic digits.
    “It doesn’t scare me. I’m already in love
with one of your kind. Nothing can weird me out anymore.”
    She looked up at him with watery eyes and let
out a short laugh before covering her face with her hands.
    “How did you know?”
    “Gemma figured it out. Is that why you don’t
want me to see