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    “I did. I told William, and we decided it was best handled by Mack. What are we going to do? Walk up to the owners of the Fishhook and say, hey, Melinda, yeah that girl everyone already thinks is a freak, also has prophetic dreams and last night, she dreamt your broken back door would cause someone to die?”
    “Point noted. They’ve only been on the Isle for a couple years and are not aware of what goes on around here. However,” started Charlie, “how can we decide if it’s something we can or should handle if you don’t tell us? I trust William’s opinions, of course, and I wasn’t home. But you can tell us too, Melinda. Just remember that, okay.”
    “Maybe she can make up her own mind,” Michael defended.
    “This isn’t about you and me, Michael,” Charlie breathed out heavily.
    “I’m just saying she’s not a kid. And who made you captain of this frigging ship? What rule says we have to tell you every little thing that happens?”
    Charlie closed his eyes, searching for a reply that would not make the situation worse. But all he wanted to do was grab his brother by the shoulders and shake some sense into him. An annoyed groan slipped across his lips and he opened his eyes to see Michael booking it out of the kitchen in a huff.
    “I gotta go. Job to do,” he spouted with mock enthusiasm.
    “I think I’ll go with him,” Melinda said, frowning in displeasure. First, because she had just volunteered to leave the house, and second, that Charlie and Michael were no closer to ending their argument. She patted Charlie’s shoulder and followed Michael, hoping her voluntary departure from the house would help improve his mood.
    After Charlie and William were alone Charlie let out a strained breath as if he’d been holding it in. “The full moon’s almost here. It’s so much harder not to get angry, about anything or everything, the closer it gets.”
    “And they know this, Charlie.”
    “I’m going to go unpack, take a cold shower,” Charlie decided. “Cool down a little.”
    “I will be in my study, should anyone need me,” William spoke evenly.
    However, Charlie didn’t leave, and instead, stared at the wall, rubbing his hand across his stubble covered chin.
    “Is there something else, Charlie?”
    “To be honest, William, I’m not sure. I’m not even sure how to explain it. Something about this approaching moon feels different. Harder to control myself than usual.”
    “I will check if this particular moon has any unknown significance, just in case.”
    “Thanks, William. I’d feel a heck of a lot better knowing I’ll still be me when the full moon rises.”
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
    Melinda followed her brother out of the front door, across the stone porch, and down the steps of the Howard Mansion, stepping onto a cobblestone driveway. She froze for a moment, her feet suddenly unwilling to move forward.
    There’s so many people!
    Just people vacationing and having fun.
    She berated herself silently, fighting off the urge to run back inside the house. With a shaky, but determined breath, Melinda took the next step onto the street. Michael wrapped his arm around her shoulder, securing her to his side. Panic leaked into his senses; would she be able to continue? It was early summer, which meant fighting their way through bustling-about tourists. But driving would be harder and take twice as long as walking, while waiting for tourists to figure out where they were headed, or while they attempted to park in cramped spaces.
    “Okay to keep going?” Michael prodded gently.
    She nodded and shook it off. “Fine, let’s go.” She left the safety of his side, her thoughts screaming so not fine! But rather than turn and run home she sidetracked herself by talking to her brother. “You shouldn’t be so hard on Charlie. He’s doing his best.”
    “Don’t be so hard on Charlie!” he repeated incredulously.
    “I know, I know. It’s just, you know how he gets around the full