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so intense that she clutched her stomach. "I can't tell you," she moaned.
Lucy led her to the riverbank, then joined her on the cool earth beneath a gnarled oak. Abby stared out over the silvery, flowing water. She had seen no flowing rivers in L.A. in the time when she longed to be. What had happened to them?
Now she might never know.
Like the river she watched, her tears began to flow. Then Abby heard a sob beside her and turned. Lucy was crying, too.
"I'm sorry," Abby cried, clutching her sister close. "I did not mean to infect you with my sorrow."
"You used to tell me about your powers, your visions, Abby," Lucy managed. "What did I do to make you stop trusting me?"
"I thought I was protecting you." Taking a deep breath to collect her thoughts, Abby blurted out her story, from her shared vision of shifting stars to meeting Arlen's descendant Mike Danziger on the desert. She told of some of the miracles of the future. Then she described her uneasy pangs that had portended danger, how she had saved Mike Danziger, and how Lucy's fourth journal had forced her to return to save the life of Mike's ancestor Arlen.
"What an incredible story!" Lucy said, her eyes wide. "But with your abilities to see things no one else can, and the way you simply reappeared from being lost just in time to save Arlenwell, I must believe it." She hesitated. ''This man Mike.

 
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