Two estranged sisters must use their paranormal gifts to prove themselves innocent when a college student goes missing.
Having escaped her dysfunctional past, Jess has been quietly enjoying her normal college experience. But all that changed the ni...
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Ash stifled a yawn as she made her way downstairs. She could see just the barest hint of a rising sun through the sash windows, and yet she could hear her sister moving around in the kitchen.
Given her talk with Babet, she would have enjoyed staying in bed and trying to catch up on some lost sleep. But that would have been the chicken's way out. And she'd promised Babet that she and Jess would talk. If there was one thing that Ash couldn't stand, it was broken promises.
'You got an extra cup for me?' She asked Jess, making her jump and spill a little of the coffee on the countertop.
'I thought you didn't drink coffee?' Jess replied, snagging a rag and mopping up her mess.
'Think I could use the caffeine.'
'I woke up last night, and you were gone.' Jess poured another mug of coffee for her sister.
'Couldn't sleep. Ended up taking some advice from Babet.'
'Yeah? What did she advise you?'
Ash took the offered mug and blew on the hot liquid. It looked black and bitter. And completely unappealing, but she forced herself to take a sip.
'That we should talk.'
Jess sighed. 'She said the same thing to me. It's why I've been reading this.' She nudged the book where it lay open on the table. Her laptop was next to it.
'Babet can be demanding sometimes, but when it comes to clearing the air, her family are usually right.'
'You mean they don't bottle all their feelings up and never speak to each other?' Jess joked.
The side of Ash's mouth quirked up in a smile. 'They're less emotionally repressed than we are. I think it comes from working in a confined space with each other. Babet's mom used to say if ya got sometin' niggling at ya, then you'd better have at it, or else you'll find yourself without a safety net. Given that she was a trapeze artist, no safety net was kind of a big thing to her.'
Jess winced. 'I can imagine the friction. We don't work together and we rub each other up the wrong way.'
'And I know I'm mostly to blame for why you feel that way,' Ash admitted.
'What?'
Ash took a sip of her fortifying coffee and grimaced. 'I should have told you about our family. In the beginning, it was easy to keep it from you. You didn't remember mom, and Nana's gift was easy to hide. She always thought I was making a mistake not telling you, but given what happened, she followed my lead.'
'Nana wanted me to know?'
'Gods yes. But you were so little. Then when I got my gift, she insisted we tell you then. You were fourteen. Not a child anymore. My excuses were disappearing. But I clung to this stupid idea that you'd be happier if you didn't know. That you wouldn't be waiting for this big day to come to get this special gift. I didn't want you to think that your gift was all you were.'
