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All caught up? Are you ready to dive back into Piper’s mind and see what’s been happening in her world? The wait will be over soon, but in the meantime, check out this excerpt to hold you over for a few more days…
“Hi, stranger,” Sloan says.
My hands jerk off my lap and I end up sitting on them, embarrassed to be caught playing with the idea of calling Rush to me. It’s absurd to assume Sloan knows what the bracelet is for – I’ve never told him. Still, instead of looking at his face, I keep my gaze frozen to the center of his chest, staring at his shirt as if I’ve never seen it before. My focus is off. My entire being feels off, and I don’t know why.
Kerry-Anne rises to give Sloan a quick hug before pecking me on the cheek with a kiss and walking off into the crowd. She’s giving us our space, being the thoughtful friend she always is. But for some reason, I want her to stay. I want a chaperone.
Sloan sits down in her spot, his eyes watching the water at my back. “You’ve been avoiding me,” he sighs without looking up.
My words stumble out awkwardly. “I haven’t…I’ve just…things have been busy with the Ones. I didn’t mean to…” My mouth snaps shut on its own, saving me from further mortification.
“I was just joking,” he teases, turning to look up at me. One of his eyebrows is raised, sending me a silent question that I most likely don’t want to answer. “I was a jerk the last time I saw you. Sorry. My head wasn’t in the right place.”
Looking down at my feet, I nod. I know the feeling.
It wasn’t just the last time we saw each other that was strange. Our last few meetings have been…different. We talk, like we always have, about anything and everything. But there’s a shift in the relationship, from both sides. Before my mind wanders, I lock myself up, keeping away from his thoughts.
He elbows me with a smile. “That was an apology, you know.”
“Right, I know,” I lie.
“I’m getting ready to go back out.” He slaps a hand down on the water, spraying it away from us.
“That’s good,” I blurt.
Sloan lost his first assignment about two dozen Ones departures ago. We don’t have a handle on time, so I gauge it by searching through the memories of what all of us were doing then. Like all who have lost a case to suicide, there’s a bit of retreating into oneself that happens once returning to the Station. Most volunteers have been through it, but it hurts every time. I picture Mallory inside my head when I swallowed Dad’s pills, wondering just how freaked out she was the last time I closed my eyes, and how badly she wanted me to make a different decision.
I place a hand on his knee. “You’ve taken time off, attended tons of therapy sessions, even gone through your own review again, right? If you’re ready, you’ll know it.”
With a quick glance up at me, he nods. “I feel it. That…pull.”
The pull. The Station was designed to be in a constant state of motion. The minute, no, the second that a volunteer makes the drift with their assignment, the problems waiting for us at the Station fade, landing on a back shelf somewhere to be dealt with at a later time. Established volunteers are much more successful at this, surely, but even someone like Sloan, who has taken his time between cases and racked up a resume only a tenth of Kerry-Anne’s size, is able to put his issues aside while on a case. But it’s getting harder for him, and losing his last charge is a massive blow.
He surprises me by letting out a low laugh. It’s hollow, no emotion, just…sound. “I guess I don’t have to ask you how it feels to lose someone when I’m sitting right here next to you.”
He shakes his head, hiding his eyes from me. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just, shit, how do you look at me and not feel like a failure? How does being around me not make you question everything about what this place means? I don’t know how you do it. And I don’t even have to see my guy all the time. I’ll probably never see him again. But you being around me…does it ever bother you? I couldn’t handle being constantly reminded that I’d fucked up and let someone die.”
– DYING to KNOW is Coming Soon – © Trish Marie Dawson