“I can’t solve any of them. I’ve spent my whole life not solving Ridley’s problems.”
I nudged her with my shoulder. “That’s why they’re Ridley’s problems.”
She relaxed and settled back on the bleacher. “When did you get so zen?”
“I’m not zen.” Was I? In the back of my mind, all I could think about was my mom and the beyond-the-grave wisdom that was uniquely hers. Maybe it was creeping into the front of my mind. “My mom came to see me.” I regretted saying it as soon as the words came out of my mouth.
Lena sat up so fast my arm went flying. “When? Why didn’t you tell me? What did she say?”
“A few nights ago. I didn’t feel like talking about it.” Especially not after I’d watched Lena’s mother plunge further into Darkness in the vision that same night. But it was more than that. I was coming unglued—talking to my unconscious aunt in my sleep, forgetting things when I was awake—and the impossibly heavy weight of doom lurking in the back of my mind. I didn’t want to admit how bad it was getting—to Lena or to myself.
Lena turned back to the basketball court. Her feelings were hurt. “Well, you’re full of information today.”
I wanted to tell you, L. But it was a lot to take in.
You could have told me like this.
I was trying to sort some things out. I think I’ve been mad at her all this time, like I blamed her for dying. How crazy is that?
Ethan, think about how I acted when I thought Uncle Macon was dead. I went crazy.
It wasn’t your fault.
I’m not saying it was. Why is everything about fault with you? It wasn’t your mom’s fault she died, but a part of you still blames her. It’s normal.
We sat next to each other on the bench without talking. Watching the cheerleaders cheer and the basketball players play below us.
Ethan, why do you think we found each other in our dreams?
I don’t know.
It’s not the way people usually meet.
I guess not. Sometimes I wonder if this is all one of those psychotic coma dreams. Maybe I’m lying in County Care right now.
I almost laughed, but I remembered something.
County Care.
The Eighteenth Moon. I asked my mom about it.
About John Breed?
I nodded.
All she said was something about evil having a lot of faces, and that it wasn’t up to me to judge.
Ah. The judging thing. See? She agrees with me. I knew your mom would like me.
I had one more crazy question.
L, have you ever heard of the Wheel of Fate?
No. What is it?
According to my mom, it’s not a thing. It’s a person.
“What?” I caught Lena off guard, and she stopped Kelting.