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there?" He hesitated. "And I saw the expression on your face just before the bee sting. You felt something then, too, didn't you?" |
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She dared to look up to find his eyes, as hard as the granite of their color, upon her. "Yes, I did. And there is more." She had to tell him, for she could hold it inside no longer. He should know everything before making his decision what to do with her. And perhaps if she shared, he could explain the anxiety that kept her insides churning so in this city, or at least help her find its source. |
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She glanced away, keeping her gaze partly averted. "I have visions, Mike. No matter what you believe, I felt your emotions across the years, as I think you felt mine over time and now distance. You did sense my crying last night from far away in your bedroom, didn't you?" |
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"I thought I heard youbut, yes, my room was too far away." His admission was clearly reluctant. |
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Abby wished she could stop baring herself to him, but she pressed on. "I saw the flood and empty elevator before they happened." |
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She did not let him speak. "And there's more. I have experienced a strange sense of fear ever since we drew near to L.A. I feel danger, but I do not know from where it will come. My inner sense has not ceased tormenting me, so it was not simply a premonition of your bee sting. I believe I journeyed here because you need me, because I can somehow save you from the peril, but" |
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