asked.
“Of course.”
I stood up slowly but still felt dizzy. Logan wrapped his arm around my waist and brought me cl ose to him. “I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered in my ear, sending a warm sensation through me.
“Thank you,” I w hispered, looking into his eyes. Relief spread through me as I saw that the darkness was no longer present in his deep, blue eyes. I was just overreacting before. I had to stop worrying about things I couldn’t control.
“Okay, sunshine,” my mom said, walking back into the family room. “If you need anything , give us a call. But something tells me Logan’s just fine at handling things.” She winked at me and tapped his shoulder. “I look forward to coming back here.” My mom looked around the room slowly, taking in everything as she’d left it months ago.
“We’ll let you know what time to meet Maddie. My guess is that it will be in the morning,” Aunt Vieta said, sliding her arms through her coat sleeves.
“Sounds like a plan.” I gritted my teeth as the burning sensation began traveling down my hands to my wrist. My aunt was hurrying, but the pain was severe. I needed to get out back. Logan sensing my misery gave me a gentle squeeze as we watched my aunt and mom let themselves out of the house.
As the lock clicked into place, I glanced out the window. It was completely dark outside, perfect for what needed to be done. Time for a bonfire!
The searing pain whipped down my fingers as Logan helped me through the sliding glass door. The cold air hit me as I stepped onto our patio, only marginally cooling me off. Logan flipped on the light, exposing the frost that had already crawled onto the patio’s edge from the grass.
I felt Logan’s arm slip away from my waist as I walked to the far corner of the yard, crunching on the frozen lawn. I looked at the fire pit and over at Logan who was studying me closely. I took a deep breath in, letting the crisp air into my lungs as I closed my eyes. I threw my hands toward the pit and saw the brightness ignite through my lids. The relief spread through my fingers and palms as the heat was released. Keeping my mind free from interference I focused on the sound of the flames as I thought back to what had brought this on.
Ima ges of my mother and father pushed their way into my mind, placing a history of them as a young couple deep inside my memory.
“Triss,” Logan said. “Your parents are appearing on the flames.”
My eyes flashed open exposing the very same images I was seeing in my mind — now against the flames — life size. My breathing began speeding up as I witnessed things I shouldn’t even know about. It felt like I was stealing someone’s memories, trespassing on a world that wasn’t my own.
Logan came up beside me, locking his hand with mine.
“Did you do this?” I asked him, remembering back to the night so long ago at the cottage when he located my mom.
He shook his head, squeezing my hand lightly. “No. ”
The images flashed quickly. One moment my father was getting down on one knee, displaying an engagement ring for my mom, and the next my mom was pregnant with me, rubbing her belly. Next I saw my mother in tears as she watched my father leave. A man who I didn’t recognize comforted my mother as she was holding a tiny baby, me.
“What’ s going on?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he whispered .
I watched the fragmented movie continue to unfold, and I was utterly frustrated that I didn’t know exactly what to do with this information. The nonsensical memories continued to play with me as I watched the unidentified man disappear, leaving images of my mom raising me alone.
“I can’t take any more steps back down memory lane. I’m done,” I said, leaning against Logan.
“ I don’t think you have much choice in the matter,” he whispered, nuzzling the top of my head. “You somehow opened the door.”
The flames began dying down , and the last of the images of my mom and I
“Of course.”
I stood up slowly but still felt dizzy. Logan wrapped his arm around my waist and brought me cl ose to him. “I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered in my ear, sending a warm sensation through me.
“Thank you,” I w hispered, looking into his eyes. Relief spread through me as I saw that the darkness was no longer present in his deep, blue eyes. I was just overreacting before. I had to stop worrying about things I couldn’t control.
“Okay, sunshine,” my mom said, walking back into the family room. “If you need anything , give us a call. But something tells me Logan’s just fine at handling things.” She winked at me and tapped his shoulder. “I look forward to coming back here.” My mom looked around the room slowly, taking in everything as she’d left it months ago.
“We’ll let you know what time to meet Maddie. My guess is that it will be in the morning,” Aunt Vieta said, sliding her arms through her coat sleeves.
“Sounds like a plan.” I gritted my teeth as the burning sensation began traveling down my hands to my wrist. My aunt was hurrying, but the pain was severe. I needed to get out back. Logan sensing my misery gave me a gentle squeeze as we watched my aunt and mom let themselves out of the house.
As the lock clicked into place, I glanced out the window. It was completely dark outside, perfect for what needed to be done. Time for a bonfire!
The searing pain whipped down my fingers as Logan helped me through the sliding glass door. The cold air hit me as I stepped onto our patio, only marginally cooling me off. Logan flipped on the light, exposing the frost that had already crawled onto the patio’s edge from the grass.
I felt Logan’s arm slip away from my waist as I walked to the far corner of the yard, crunching on the frozen lawn. I looked at the fire pit and over at Logan who was studying me closely. I took a deep breath in, letting the crisp air into my lungs as I closed my eyes. I threw my hands toward the pit and saw the brightness ignite through my lids. The relief spread through my fingers and palms as the heat was released. Keeping my mind free from interference I focused on the sound of the flames as I thought back to what had brought this on.
Ima ges of my mother and father pushed their way into my mind, placing a history of them as a young couple deep inside my memory.
“Triss,” Logan said. “Your parents are appearing on the flames.”
My eyes flashed open exposing the very same images I was seeing in my mind — now against the flames — life size. My breathing began speeding up as I witnessed things I shouldn’t even know about. It felt like I was stealing someone’s memories, trespassing on a world that wasn’t my own.
Logan came up beside me, locking his hand with mine.
“Did you do this?” I asked him, remembering back to the night so long ago at the cottage when he located my mom.
He shook his head, squeezing my hand lightly. “No. ”
The images flashed quickly. One moment my father was getting down on one knee, displaying an engagement ring for my mom, and the next my mom was pregnant with me, rubbing her belly. Next I saw my mother in tears as she watched my father leave. A man who I didn’t recognize comforted my mother as she was holding a tiny baby, me.
“What’ s going on?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he whispered .
I watched the fragmented movie continue to unfold, and I was utterly frustrated that I didn’t know exactly what to do with this information. The nonsensical memories continued to play with me as I watched the unidentified man disappear, leaving images of my mom raising me alone.
“I can’t take any more steps back down memory lane. I’m done,” I said, leaning against Logan.
“ I don’t think you have much choice in the matter,” he whispered, nuzzling the top of my head. “You somehow opened the door.”
The flames began dying down , and the last of the images of my mom and I
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