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Chapter 242

Chapter 22: Mothers Like Ours

Chapter 22: Mothers Like Ours

Rowan

She was wet. Water dripped from her hair onto the dry, cracked earth at her feet. Her nightgown was clinging to her skin, showing off her shapely curves in their entirety. I fought the urge to reach out and touch her, to cover her, but Kacidra grabbed my arm and yanked me backward.

“Rowan, don’t,” kacidra said firmly, her face pale and flushed with concern.

Hanna was looking at me, her deep brown eyes wide and flaked with gold. A wave of unease washed over me as I looked at her, the feeling cutting through the intensity of the bond we had yet to act on.

“Hanna?” Kacidra said in a tone I had never heard from her before. She looked almost motherly as she gazed at her sister, her eyes cloudy with despair. Hanna didn’t answer. She kept her eyes on me, reaching out her hand with her palm up toward the sky. “Don’t touch her Rowan,” Kacindra warned, sucking in her breath as she stepped between us, taking Hanna lightly by the shoulders and turning her around, the two of them walking slowly out of the field of solar panels and into the woods. “Come find me later, Rowan. We need to talk!” Kacidra’s voice echoed as she disappeared from view. –

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Maeve

Gemma moved out from behind the desk in her office, flipping through the pages of a thick, paperback book.

“Are you.. nauseous?”

“Nope.”

“Are you… having back pain?”

“No.”

“What about food avessions?”

“Not at all.”

“Hmm…” She leaned against desk, her eyes scanning the book’s contents. It had been a week since Aaron and I slept together in the library. I was still reeling from it, processing it. Thankfully things were good between Aaron and me. He was attentive and playful like usual. There wasn’t a sheet of awkwardness between us.

And, I hadn’t given Gemma the details about our night. For some reason, I was desperate to keep it to myself, to cherish it. My heart squeezed as I sat down and looked up at the massive book she was holding. It was about pregnancy, I realized as my eyes flitted over the cover and title that was broken up by Gemma’s splayed fingers.

If I was pregnant, Aaron would be leaving soon. I didn’t want to even think about it. “Does your mouth taste like metal?”

“What?”

Gemma shrugged, closing the book and setting it on her desk. “It’s obviously too early to know, right?”

“It’s only been a week since…. Well, I think I have to go in for another blood sample next week.”

“Ah, yeah. It’s too early. And they’ll probably need to send the sample to the labs at the University. I guess we just… wait and see.” She turned toward the window, the sun reflecting off the dainty necklace she was wearing around her neck. I tilted my head to the side to get a better look at it.

“Where did that come from?”

sliding her touch down to finger the oval-shaped moonstone that was fixed in an intricate gold setting. “It was my mother’s,” she

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the chains of bracelets and necklaces

wear it, honestly. It was part of her collection. It kinda… I don’t know, called to me this morning,

up more, though. She had traded her simple button-down shirts and jeans for skirts and dresses, rouge on her cheeks and lips and her hair now tied back in a neat bun at the nape

I wished Ernest

you up to today?” Gemma asked as she rounded her desk and

shorts. Had these actually fit Aaron better

are going to the village for lunch.

come into my room in the early morning, waking me at the crack of dawn by throwing the curtains open and being as loud as

about something,” he had said into my ear, leaning over me to kiss me on the cheek before I could swat him away. “Meet me at Johnny’s for lunch at

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Rowan

that separated us with a stick, holding it up and examining the flame before bringing it back down onto the ground, drawing a long

“Like, sleepwalking?”

on one of the logs, stretching her legs out in front of her. “My mother used to do the same thing sometimes. More so before she died. She didn’t call it sleepwalking, though. She always

“Hers?”

according to our mother. Mom made… she made decisions

long has she been

ever spoke to her. The rest of us were just. I don’t know. We didn’t understand them. Even Dad didn’t understand; he was scared of it. He was

to the solar field?

hard, looking out over the riverbed toward the dim, yellow lights in the trees beyond, the lantern

she was awake. She had moved like she was awake. She was standing, blinking, and

so, she’s never told me about them. My mother.. my mother did.

me

she could, and it was so long ago now. I just remember a

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I don’t

where I had gotten that information. “It’s not taught in not in church and stuff. But my mom is a White Queen, She supposedly shares the

“Yeah, those.”

why my mother said it,

her dreams, or something,” I said, trying

between us, broken only by the sound

you think Hanna dreams about?” I finally

know. I really don’t. But today was the first time in my life I’ve heard her say

“Really?”

and it was your name. Rowan.

of me, then.” Again I tried to tease, but my chest tightened

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