“Consider it forgotten.” His footsteps echoed out of the small cabin.
I stared at the lights in the distance. The monotone voice on my phone reminded me that Addie’s house was twenty minutes away, with traffic. I wished I really were going to Addie’s house. She’d tell me I was an idiot. She’d tell me what I was supposed to do now.
I finally allowed myself one look over my shoulder, but there was only darkness.
CHAPTER 23
Addie: Liars suck.
As I walked into the house, I was so angry my eyes were hot. A note on the counter announced that my dad had gone out to pick up some dinner. Every minute he was gone, my anger intensified.
“Hey, baby,” my dad said when he finally came home.
I wanted to scream, Guess who I saw today? I started to but stopped myself, my throat tightening. The only way I would ever be able to forgive my father was if he told me the truth without being cornered. I needed to hear from his mouth about my grandfather still being alive. So I’d give him a chance to come clean on his own.
“I brought us some food.” He held up a bag of what smelled like Chinese food.
“I’m not hungry.”
“Oh.” He got down a plate and unloaded the boxes from the bag. “What have you been up to today?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?” He had the nerve to sound irritated that I wasn’t being completely honest with him.
“How’s that whole ‘getting Grandpa’s grave moved here’ working out?”
“Like I said, it might take a while.”
“Really?” Like, you’re waiting for him to die?
He stopped midway through scooping some rice onto his plate. My anger was seeping out, despite my intentions. “What’s going on, Addie?”
“Nothing. I’m tired.”
I left him with his Chinese food and went to my bedroom. My phone, which was sitting on the dresser, chimed. The text was from Stephanie.
Hey, Addie, guess who called me just now?? Trevor. He asked me to winter formal. Eeeeeh.
I stared at that message. My heart clenched. What was wrong with me? That’s exactly what I wanted to happen when I opened my mouth and said, You should ask Stephanie to winter formal. So why had I hoped he wouldn’t listen to me? Why did that text hurt so much? I typed: Are you sure you’re ready to give him another chance? Didn’t you say he had issues? My finger hovered over the Send button. With a sigh, I erased the text and instead wrote:
That’s great, Steph. Call me tomorrow.
My room seemed extra cold that night, and I pulled the blankets up to my chin. Still, a shudder went through my body as I thought of that text from Stephanie; as I wished I had let the almost-kiss future play out so that Trevor had that memory too and not just me. He wouldn’t have asked Stephanie to the formal if he had that memory. I rolled onto my side and groaned. I tried to think of something else, anything else, but I could almost feel his breath on my lips. I traced my lips with a finger. What was wrong with me? Why was I so drawn to Trevor?
I sat up suddenly, grabbed my phone off my dresser, and searched through the text messages. It took me a few minutes to realize Laila hadn’t texted me the news about the letter I wrote myself after coming out of my Search. She had told me. What had she said? She said I wanted her to restore my memory. I had thought it was because I had found out some of the secrets my parents were keeping from me. But what if it was something different I wanted to remember? Or someone?
An overwhelming desire to have my memories restored so I could figure out why I wrote that note filled my entire being. How could I do that? My mind scrolled through options and then just as quickly dismissed them. Did I know any other Memory Erasers who were more advanced than Laila? Even if I did, they were hundreds of miles away. The only abilities that were here for immediate use was my own ability—useless. And my dad’s—even more useless. I threw myself back on my bed and closed my eyes. But then they popped open with a thought—my grandpa. He was a Healer. Could he Heal my mind? Reopen the paths?
My head whipped over to my digital clock. Two a.m. Way too early to go running to his house. This was going to be a long night.
After showering and dressing for the day, I strode with purpose to the living room. It was Saturday morning; my dad would let me use his car. I opened my mouth to ask him as much, when I saw he wasn’t alone. Two men in jeans and polos sat on the couch. I thought they were new neighbors or something until they stood and I saw the scar down the side of one man’s cheek. I froze.
“Addison,” Scar-Face said. “Good to see you again.”
“Why are you here?” I didn’t mean to be so blunt, but I was worried. Last night I’d discovered my grandpa alive, and now the Containment Committee was in my living room. Had I done something wrong?
“Addie, this is Agent Farley and Agent Miller. They are just making a routine visit from the Compound. They’re the agents assigned to the greater Dallas area.”
Routine visit. Did my dad believe that or was he playing along? He would know if they were lying. “Oh. Hi. Good to see you.”
“We wanted to stop by to see if you had any questions. If you were adjusting well.”
“I’m fine.” I hovered in the doorway, not wanting to commit to the room.
“We understand you’ve become friends with a Trevor Davis.”
My heart skipped a beat. This wasn’t about my grandpa. This was about Trevor. Great. He must have talked to the wrong people. Was he telling others about what he had overheard in the locker room? “Yes.”
“It seems Trevor has learned some Compound secrets. Has he come to you with those?”
“No.” I stopped myself in case one of them was a lie detector. “I mean, he said something about our football players deliberately injuring him, but I told him it wasn’t true.” There. Now nobody, not even my dad, could claim I’d lied.
“That’s good. We wanted to make sure you were firm in your cover story and that you were upholding your contract.”
“Yes, I am.”
My dad moved to the door, almost as if he were as anxious to see them leave as I was.
Scar-Face nodded, then handed me a card. “If you have any questions, like your father mentioned, we’re stationed in the area.”