There are people in the world who can deduce what you’re thinking by how fast your eyes close as you blink or by the length of the pause between worlds — you know, empaths, topically enough — and then there is Kennedy. But Kennedy has a nice scarf. This is true. So she isn’t that troubled by an inability to tell what’s under the other girl’s.
”Awh, thank you! I made it myself.”
Well. It’s modelled on one from a catalogue. Let’s not start on the creative applications of shapeshifting.
”Here,” says our resident OTT Good Samaritan, pulling the scarf off her neck and holding it at arm’s length. “You can have it, if you like it? I can make another one for myself, it’s not a bother.”
ah, empaths. another tale for another time as far as abigail hobbs is concerned. there’s a long enough pause for her to debate if she should take it; hands held out and fingers curled in. for a moment she can almost see blood underneath her nails even though nothing is there.
she thinks that perhaps she should change her name. abigail: a father’s joy.
you’re not your father’s daughter…not anymore.
but she was, wasn’t she? she still hears nicholas boyle in the back of her head. sees him along with the rest of her father’s victims in her nightmares.
’ How much do you have to go through to change your name? ’
