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hand around his. I understood his pain. When my mom died, my father had lost interest in me. I knew that was why he’d sent me to my aunt and uncle, rather than take me to Europe with him. I guessed that was how adults coped with the pain of loss. I understood how Logan felt, and I wanted him to know it was okay to feel that way.
    “Logan.”
    “Hmm?”
    “Ty said something that’s bugging me.”
    “Okay. What did he say?”
    “He said I have the gift to see into the future. It’s in our bloodline and happens every few generations.”
    “Wow, really? And? Can you?”
    I didn’t want to tell him about my mom. I couldn’t. So, I told him as much as I was willing to reveal at this time. “I’ve had something strange like that happen to me before, but it was just that one time.”
    “Hmm. Could you be blocking your ability?” He shrugged, unsure of how such things worked, I figured. Heck, even I was unsure of how clairvoyance worked.
    I gazed at him curiously before letting out a sigh. “Yeah, maybe I am? How would I even know?”
    “I’ve no idea. How about I come over at 8:30 tonight?”
    I could tell he wanted to change the subject because the conversation saddened me. I’m glad he did. “Perfect. Now, what does this place have to eat? I’ve been suffering through my aunt’s horrible meals for way too long.”
    Logan laughed.
    As the jingling sounds of bells permeated the diner with the repeated opening and shutting of the front door, we both heartily studied our menus. At least for one afternoon, we’d have lunch as ordinary teens, even though a huge, unnatural event loomed on the horizon.

 
    Chapter Ten
     
    The rest of the day seemed uneventful, compared to our plans for the evening. I spent the afternoon touring Castleborough with Logan, glad that the sun peeked through the dark clouds, even though the weather remained freezing. Since I’d arrived in this small town weeks ago, I hadn’t taken much time to actually explore other parts of it. I’d mostly spent my time between a house I didn’t enjoy staying in and a school I merely tolerated. So, I was grateful for today and for Logan’s company.
    He took me to Town Hall to see their history room. While there, we searched for information regarding Spirit Mountain. The only thing we learned was that the original mountain’s name had been Mount Cape. Interestingly enough, that name changed around the year 1802 when the mayor and the Town Council strangely renamed it Spirit Mountain.
    Fifty years later, the town stopped calling it by any name and instead, ignored it altogether. Upon the mayor’s orders, the mountain was marked with ‘No Trespassing ’ signs at its base to keep would-be hikers away. Besides that, there wasn’t much more information on the mysterious mountain. Yet, I made sure to jot down in my tablet what we’d learned from the history room.
    As the skies turned grayer, Logan and I made our way out to an abandoned wishing well where there were buckets of change at the bottom. The well was built of dark bricks with a circumference large enough to fit an adult human body.
    Logan told me about the legend behind the well. “If you throw change inside, you’ll receive a year of good luck, but if you take money from it, you’ll be cursed for seven years.”
    I flicked a quarter in it and wished I knew what the heck was going on in this town.
    I shook my head. “Your town is full of legends, isn’t it?”
    “Aren’t all small towns?”
    “I guess. I’m from New York, so we have things like rats and traffic instead of curses and legends.” I shoved my gloved hands inside my winter jacket. “I’m not sure which is worse. Those rats can grow as big as dogs, I’m telling you.”
    Logan chuckled as he leaned down, grabbed a handful of snow and made a quick ball before throwing it at my head. The white powder stuck to my eyelashes, cheeks and lips.
    “Really?” I laughed, running for cover. “You’ve no idea what you’ve