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night with Corey and me?
    She swallowed past the lump in her throat. If only her life was as simple as Nikki’s. Why did she have to be born so weird? She couldn’t imagine how cool it would be to just live your life without seeing ghosts and bad things happening to people.
    But then you wouldn’t know us.
    All of a sudden you’re back? Then Tara sighed. “I know, Millicent, and I love you both. I don’t want you out of my life. I just wish life was a little less chaotic sometimes, that’s all.”
    Henry popped up with a sad look on his face and began blowing her kisses. She sighed again, and managed a half-hearted smile.
    “Okay, okay, I’m over the pity party. But you guys have to do more than blow kisses and tell me how to behave. If I need you—really need you—you have to come through for me, as well. Deal?”
    Deal.
    Henry high-fived her as a pink puff of smoke slid across her line of vision.
    “Hey, Tara, Mona made you some hot chocolate and she has honey buns  . . . your favorite.”
    “I’ll be right there,” Tara said.
    She wasn’t sure if she could swallow without bursting into tears, but she had to give it her best try. Mona and Uncle Pat didn’t need more worries tonight, and she didn’t have anything helpful to tell them.
    It was 6:45 a.m. when they heard a car pull up into the driveway.
    Mona ran to the window. “They’re here, and there’s Flynn! Oh thank the lord!” She ran out onto the porch to meet him.
    Uncle Pat was in the kitchen doing dishes. Tara began folding up the afghan and looking for her purse. She had something to say to Flynn and then she was going to school.
    Flynn came inside talking, but the moment he saw Tara in his living room, he stopped. “Uh, I didn’t know you’d be—”
    Still smarting from being shut out, Tara put her hands on her hips. “We’re just leaving, but FYI  . . . you are a dumb ass.”
    Mona frowned.
    “Hey,” Flynn muttered. “I got kidnapped, my dad just died, and that’s how you’re gonna play it?”
    “No, Flynn. I don’t play at all when something this bad happens, and I’m so very sorry that your father died. But you have me to thank for the fact you’re even standing in this house, and it is no thanks to you. I thought you trusted me. Obviously, you don’t. But you need to remember that, like it or not, when something goes wrong with the people I care about, it is in their best interests to accept that I am going to know and probably interfere. I have this thing that I do, called being psychic? Remember?”
    “Tara, ease up,” Pat said.
    “Oh, I’m easy all over the place,” Tara said. “Are the cops still here?”
    Flynn felt guilty and sad and mad all at the same time. He knew she was right, but so was he. This was his mess and it was dangerous. He’d lied to her for a reason, or so he’d thought—to keep her safe.
    “They’re outside,” he said.
    She glanced up at her uncle. “I’ll be outside when you’re ready to leave.” She headed for the door with her head up and tears in her eyes.
    “Tara, wait,” Flynn said. “I didn’t tell you because I knew how dangerous they were. I didn’t want you involved.”
    She paused. “Yeah, I get that, but I don’t know how to turn off who I am, and you should know that, too. If I was a doctor and you were bleeding, you would have willingly come to me to fix it. I know stuff Flynn. They could have killed you and it would have been the biggest regret of my life that I knew what was happening and the cops wouldn’t have been able to find you until it was too late. Yes, your dad died, but you knew it was going to happen because he was sick. How do you think your mom would have felt if you’d died tonight, too? Hunh, Flynn? How about that?”
    She sailed past him, her chin trembling.
    Flynn felt like he’d been sideswiped. He’d been accosted, kidnapped, learned his dad was dead, rescued by the cops, and then to come home to this was more than he could handle.