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A Gift of Thought
Book: A Gift of Thought Read Online Free
Author: Sarah Wynde
Tags: Romance, Fantasy
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she’d just had a baby? But he’d thought it was what she was like.
    When he’d imagined her, it was as an older version of the same girl, the mom version. Like Mrs. Weasley from the Harry Potter books.
    Instead, she was Alice from Resident Evil . Except with a stupid-looking black dress with layers of puffy ruffles that Alice wouldn’t be caught dead in. But still, the way she pulled out that gun? That was seriously cool.
    Dillon frowned as he thought about the conversation he’d overheard. His dad recognized her right away, but he’d called her Beth. And then she’d said something about Milan. What was that about? Dillon felt a stab of annoyance as he realized what it must mean: his dad had seen her since she’d disappeared.
    She’d been standing motionless by the door, but when she finally moved and Dillon got a better look at her, his frown deepened. She was paler and she was moving slowly, without the grace and speed of her earlier actions, almost stumbling as she made her way through the house until she reached the foyer. At the base of the wide, sweeping staircase, she stopped, resting one hand on the carved wooden banister, swaying a little, eyes closed.
    What did his dad do to her?
    She’d asked about him, about college, and Lucas didn’t answer, not really. But then she’d snapped at him and kicked him out. Why?
    Damn. Only one answer made sense. His mom read minds, too. Dillon wasn’t sure whether to be pleased or annoyed: here was further proof that he should have had a psychic gift of his own.
    But that meant . . . oh.
    Her weird behavior was because she knew he was dead.
    Dillon felt guilty. Watching people be sad about his death wasn’t the worst part of being a ghost but it was close. But even as he had the thought, Sylvie pulled herself together. She shook her head, straightened her back, and took a deep breath before starting up the stairs.
    Dillon trailed behind her, not sure how he felt about her quick recovery. Didn’t he deserve a little more than that? Like, really? Two minutes of sad and then she was over him? On the other hand, at least she wasn’t going to cry. He would not have liked watching her cry.
    At the top of the stairs, she took a left and headed down a corridor. Dillon followed, looking around curiously. He’d never been in a house this big or this ridiculously grand. The white walls were decorated with fancy trim, both along the ceiling and breaking up each chunk of wall. Lights tucked unobtrusively into the ceiling shone on paintings, mostly pastel landscapes in gold frames, spaced every few feet. The hardwood floors were smooth and shiny, with an ornate carpet running down the middle of the hallway.
    Sylvie knocked on a door and waited.
    Dillon wished he knew what was going on. What was his mom doing? And why had his dad come to this house? What was he looking for, if not his mom? He hadn’t been able to talk to Lucas during the flight, but after they’d picked up a rental car and headed out onto the highway, he’d tried to ask Lucas what he was doing. If he had a voice, he would have said something like, “Why are you pretending to be some guy named Murray? What are you doing?” But he’d abbreviated his texted question to, Why Murray?
    Big mistake.
    His dad had answered with annoying brevity. “It’s a clean identity and I don’t want to leave a paper trail.” Oh, like that was helpful. His dad wasn’t an undercover agent. Why was he worried about leaving a trail?
    Dillon had still been formulating his next question when his dad said, “Sorry, Dill, but I’ve got to turn the cell phone off. Can’t risk it buzzing while I’m working.”
    Working? Was that what he called it? Dillon had tagged along, wondering the whole while. It didn’t look like work to him; it looked like an impressively efficient burglary. Except for the part where he got caught before he managed to get anything, anyway.
    Sylvie knocked again, a little harder this time.
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