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Psychic visions are tricky things-especially from a woman in a coma
I find the murdered woman crumpled under a tree. Blood stains her back and her hands are bound. If I touch her, my psychic abilities will show me what happened to her. But I've lived through murders before, and the visions leave scars. Fighting my fear, I touch her-and only see four names-Addlynn Jeanette Claire Margaret.
The unmistakable cry of a newborn infant shatters the calm of the woods. Her body is wrapped around the tiny boy, impossibly small and fragile. I scoop up the screaming infant, and the woman moves to protect her son. She's alive.
Alive, but in a coma-a complete mystery. The detectives, my brother and his handsome partner, desperately need information. I'm the only one who can communicate with the woman. Touching her hand in the hospital provides only snippets of her life. Terrifying snippets, like how she got the scar burned into the palm of her hand.
Visions are tricky things. The details float like smoke-lost in the haze. I can't tell what she's running from, but the woman's terror burns inside me. I will find out who hurt her, and I won't stop until I bring them to a fiery end.
I find the murdered woman crumpled under a tree. Blood stains her back and her hands are bound. If I touch her, my psychic abilities will show me what happened to her. But I've lived through murders before, and the visions leave scars. Fighting my fear, I touch her-and only see four names-Addlynn Jeanette Claire Margaret.
The unmistakable cry of a newborn infant shatters the calm of the woods. Her body is wrapped around the tiny boy, impossibly small and fragile. I scoop up the screaming infant, and the woman moves to protect her son. She's alive.
Alive, but in a coma-a complete mystery. The detectives, my brother and his handsome partner, desperately need information. I'm the only one who can communicate with the woman. Touching her hand in the hospital provides only snippets of her life. Terrifying snippets, like how she got the scar burned into the palm of her hand.
Visions are tricky things. The details float like smoke-lost in the haze. I can't tell what she's running from, but the woman's terror burns inside me. I will find out who hurt her, and I won't stop until I bring them to a fiery end.
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