The Pact (A Sarah Roberts Thriller Book 17) Read Online Free PDF

his legs and leaned back on the couch, his hands clasped together. His attempt at nonchalance wasn’t selling her. He was itching to spill the beans but knew he wasn’t supposed to. And he didn’t have his trademark toothpick sticking out of his mouth. That told her something.
     
    “It’ll alter the future, Sarah,” Parkman said. “We can’t tell you more than what was on those pages in the other room. Everything is flipped upside down. We hear Vivian now, through her letters, not you.”
     
    “Alter the future?” she gasped. “Isn’t that what I’ve been doing all this time?” Sarah nearly screeched. “Altering the future because of something Vivian told me about the future?”
     
    “This is not like that. This is different. Others are involved. It’s for your own safety.”
     
    Sarah slapped the couch open-palmed in frustration. “Why is this so maddening?” She took in a deep breath. “Don’t we need to talk about it? Read what Vivian was trying to tell you guys? Work it all out together?”
     
    “In time, Sarah,” her father said. “In time. For now, you need rest. Then tomorrow, you need to go to Toronto and after that, Denmark. I’ve already bought your plane tickets.”
     
    “You what?” Now she did screech.
     
    “My letter from Vivian told me what plane, what time to book it for, and where to send you. I was instructed by Vivian that this was the only way. I need you to trust us. Trust Vivian.”
     
    Sarah stared off into space for a moment. Details began to slip away from her. Trust Vivian? She had based her life on that. Trusting her dead sister had become the only way to stay alive. But now she was being asked to trust a girl who lived twenty-five years ago. A girl who sent letters to people Sarah knew. Parkman wasn’t in Sarah’s life until Sarah was twenty-two years old. How could Vivian have known to send him a letter? How could Vivian have known about Aaron?
     
    The answer to all her questions was obvious, but for some reason she seemed unable to handle it. Vivian had been psychic in her own way as Sarah was now. But the dynamic had changed. The rules were different. Others were involved in the prophecy and Sarah had lost the voice in her head.
     
    She knew she would go forward, carefully. There was no other way. This wasn’t about her. It never was. This was about the lives of others, keeping them alive, and doing what she could to stop violence and crime.
     
    Vivian had said in her letter to Sarah that if she stopped the pain, everyone would live. But even then, the boys would continue to be violated.
     
    What the hell could that mean?
     
    Everyone had stayed quiet for the last minute, allowing her time to think, to absorb things. They were waiting for her to say something, letting her put her thoughts together.
     
    She studied her parents’ faces for a brief moment, then asked, “Have you talked directly to Aaron?”
     
    Caleb said, “No. I overnighted his letter to him.”
     
    “Why? I mean, it’s fine, but why? Was there an added note from Vivian? Is there anything you can tell me?”
     
    Caleb exchanged a glance with Amelia, then met Sarah’s eyes.
     
    “We know how you feel about him. Whatever was in that envelope, we’re confident he’ll respond in the right way. But the letter was for him. Not us. Not Parkman. And not you.”
     
    “Did you read it?”
     
    Caleb shook his head. “No. We did exactly as Vivian directed. You have to remember something, Sarah. We’re talking about Vivian here. The notes and the letters brought up memories for us. We recalled the odd things she did when she was alive. When we opened the time capsule and read the letter to you, which I admit we shouldn’t have done, it brought back a lot of the things she used to do. When we saw, in her own handwriting, that she chose to leave your mother at the mall that fateful day, we went through a series of emotions.”
     
    “That must’ve been hard,” Sarah