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She shakes her head, which elicits another grimace from her. “She didn't. She just wanted to make sure I was all right,“ she replies.
She sighs, closing her eyes. I can’t believe she’s worried about her mom’s car when she could have died. At least Aura didn’t berate her about it.
“You’ll be okay, Trine,“ I say.
She bites down on her lip, and once again, she looks like she’s about to break into tears. “This is such a fucking mess,“ she says. “Maybe I'm wrong, but I'm starting to think coming here was like, the worst mistake we could’ve made.“
“What do you mean?“ Misha asks.
“I just have this horrible idea that things are about to get really, really bad,“ she says. “But maybe it’s just the accident. Yeah, I’m sure it’s all just in my head.“
Luke and Misha exchange another meaningful look, and I resist the urge to sigh. I guess right now is as good as any time to tell her that we need to do another exorcism.
TRINE
The guys leave me alone after a bit because the doctor comes in. They could stay, but Rei ushers them out, obviously wanting to give me some privacy.
I appreciate it. Mostly because I’m about to do something exceptionally stupid—or maybe it’s brilliant—and I don’t want them to interfere or to think that this has anything to do with them.
Of course, it does have something to do with them.
I understand my mom now. I still have to make things right with her, but I get that she couldn’t have made a different choice. She loved me and she always wanted to protect me.
Now it’s my turn to protect her.
And to protect the exorcists.
I’ve already had a car accident. I know for a fact that if I stay around them they’re going to get hurt too. I have empirical evidence of this. I’ve already been hurt, and that was just me.
Something happened. Something unnatural. That wasn’t a regular accident. I know that they’re going to worry about me, that they’re going to try to talk me out of it, that they’re going to follow me if I try my best to leave.
I need to be somewhere inaccessible. I need to do something radical, no matter how afraid I am. And I’m so fucking afraid.
The doctor is a middle-aged woman with dark brown hair and a nice, friendly smile. “Hey, Catherine,“ she says, her voice warm.
“Trine,“ I correct her.
“Trine? Okay. I’m Dr. Shah,“ she says, approaching me as she looks down at her tablet. “How are you feeling?“
“I’ve been better,“ I reply.
“Are you in pain?“ she asks.
I shake my head. It’s painful. She can obviously see it written on my face.
“Just a little uncomfortable,“ I say, turning to look at her.
“Do you remember what happened?“
“Yes,“ I say. “I…was in the car, driving away because I was upset, and I needed to find my mother.“
She approaches me, cocking her head as she raises an eyebrow. She smells like hand sanitizer and hair product. I think it’s dry shampoo. “Do you want to tell me what happened?“
“Sure, but it sounds crazy,“ I say. She’s working hard to keep her expression neutral, but I can tell that this is working already. I clench my hands into fists at my side. I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m just telling her the truth.
It’s not my fault the truth is fucking insane.
“Tell me anyway,“ she says.
