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So, what is it? What’s the secret?
And where the hell is Tristan, by the way? I literally have seen himtwicesince moving in. I’m beginning to think he’s avoiding me—and Nina, for that matter. Tristan is an absentee husband and an absentee boss, but he bends over backward for his drunken ex-wife.
My thoughts are racing, my attention elsewhere as I step into the master bedroom.
A flash of movement startles me, causing me to jump and nearly drop the tray of food.
Nina lunges out of the shadows, her hands outstretched, her fingers splayed like claws. Her long pink nightgown is covered in stale coffee, as if she’s spilled it all over herself.
I scream, dropping the tray. Tea and water go everywhere. Glass shatters, utensils clatter against the hardwood.
I stumble backward and trip over a pair of shoes.
Nina is grabbing for me, clawing the air while wobbling like a rubber doll with each step. Her eyes are wild, her face contorted. Her body is encased in a murky green-brown glow.
Her aura.I can see her aura.
I scramble backward but stop when I hit the bed.
She grabs my arm, her nails raking down my skin. She opens her mouth to say something, but only a thin line of drool drips out.
Tristan bursts into the room. “Nina!” he yells.
A sudden burst of movement fills the room. Meredith’s here now, screaming and shouting, Mariana hot on her heels.
“What did you do?”someone screams at me.
Nina crumples to the floor.
“What happened?”
“Stop, stop, stop!”
“Mariana!” Tristan yells. “Get her medicine!”
Mariana snaps into action as I stumble out of the way. She returns from the bathroom seconds later with a syringe in her hand. I watch in horror as Tristan shoves the needle into Nina’s arm. She’s on the floor, mumbling now, drooling, grasping for me. Her eyes are locked desperately on mine. The halo around her head grows brighter and brighter.
I watch, completely speechless. Meredith is next to me, on her knees next to Nina. Tristan is on the other side of Nina, cradling her head.
We watch as Nina eventually goes limp and her eyes roll back in her head. Her aura disappears.
Tristan, his chest heaving, scrutinizes me. His eyes are the size of golf balls. He’s as shocked as I am. “Whatthe hellhappened?”
“Nothing.” I raise my palms in surrender. “Nothing, I promise! I’m so sorry.”
I drop to my knees and begin gathering the shards of broken glass and clumps of food that cover the floor. My mind is racing, recalling the colors I saw in Nina’s aura. Color translation: Complete and utter desperation.
“Tell me what happened?” he barks at me.
“I walked into the room,” I say, my voice shaking, “and she was standing in the corner.”
“She wasstanding?”
“Yes, over there in the shadows.” I gesture over my shoulder and notice a shattered picture on the floor next to where Nina was standing—the framed photo of James that mysteriously showed up on her nightstand.
“And?” Tristan asks impatiently.
“And the second I walked in, she lunged for me.”
