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FINN
Spencer wasn’t lying. She had no idea what was happening to her; I was completely sure of it now. But I couldn’t say the same about her mother. After every conversation with Spencer, I found some details that sowed doubts about her.
In the coffee shop, Spencer said her mother didn’t believe that vampires and werewolves existed, that if they were real, she would know. That wasn’t a normal statement of an ordinary woman.
Last night, I dropped a word about a doctor, asking Spencer if she has been checked by one. It turned out that her mother thought there was no reason for that yet, that maybe they should use simple painkillers first.
If her mother didn’t know what was going on, she would insist on seeing a doctor, as any other mother would do instead of sitting and watching her daughter suffer from such pain.
To help Spencer, I had to know the truth. And to find the truth, I had to talk to her mother.
I knew she worked at the library, and I drove there first, but was told that it was Ms. Marshall’s day off.
It was Monday, but since Spencer had a rough night, before driving to her house, I texted her asking if she went to school to make sure that her mother was home alone.
As I drove, I tried to come up with some reason for my visit. I couldn’t just drop in and say,You know? I don’t know if you know what I know, but I know you know something.
I rang the bell.
“Hello, Ms. Marshall,” I said as a woman with long brown hair opened the door. “My name is Finn. I’m Spencer’s friend.”
“Spencer’s friend?” Her beautiful eyebrows arched in surprise.
“I know we haven’t met before. I’m a new friend. I’m a little worried about her, and I wanted to talk to you. May I come in?”
She considered for a moment, looking at me with suspicion, then stepped aside. I walked in and she led me to the kitchen.
“You look older than her friends from school.” She leaned at the counter and folded her arms over her chest. “How do you know Spencer?”
“We met Saturday night, at the party.”
One of her brows jumped up. “I see.”
“We talked, that’s all.” I stopped across from her with the table between us. “And that’s when she said that she wasn’t feeling well. I asked what was wrong, and when she described the symptoms, I recognized them at once. You see, I had those problems myself, and I know a doctor who could—”
“Thanks,” she said sharply, dropping her hands. “I’m handling it. When she needs a doctor, I will get her one.”
“Then I think it’s time you do so, Ms. Marshall.” I pushed my hands into my pockets and straightened my back. “I was on the phone with her last night. She was in pain until dawn. And if I’m not mistaken, it happens on the full moon.”
Her big brown eyes flashed with anger. “Who are you?”
“I told you. I’m a friend.”
“I appreciate your concern. Finn, was it? I’ll take care of it.” She headed toward the door. “Thank you for stopping by.”
It was obvious that something wasn’t right here. I turned to follow her, wondering if I should push harder by asking if anyone in the family had suffered from this disease when I saw it. The jar with familiar liquid was sitting next to the sink.
I stepped to the sink, picked up the jar, and took a sip from it. Anger bubbling in my chest, I raised my eyes to her. She stood frozen to the spot in the kitchen doorway, staring at me in horror.
“You know.” My jaw clenched. “You know, and you didn’t tell her.”
Her lips trembled.
“Get out.” She pointed her finger at the front door.
“How can you do this to her?”
