‘Both, a little bit.’ Meg touches her necklace. ‘Anyway, where do we try next?’
I frown at the change of subject. She does it as effortlessly as my parents.
‘I dunno.’ I’ve been trying to think of any other locations that might be connected to Dad, but he spoke so little about this place. A pang of guilt throbs in my chest as I realise I know so little about him. Should I have asked more questions?
No. I tried, but he wouldn’t talk about it.
‘Maybe we need to retrace our steps. Go back to places I saw the visions but can’t remember. So the docks and…’
Meg nods. ‘Your nan’s garden. You’ve definitely not seen any more visions since we were at her house?’
‘I don’t think so. But I guess I wouldn’t remember if I didn’t get a photo or write them down, right?’ I say. ‘This is messed up.’
She takes a slurp of her smoothie. ‘We’ll figure out the rules. We just have to go to the right places. Are you sure you can’t make it happen? Like, the past is all around us.’
‘I don’t think it works like that. I can’t summon it.’
‘Maybe we need to replace your magical batteries?’
‘Maybe.’
She drains her drink. ‘OK, so we hit the docks then your nan’s?’
I check my phone. There’s two messages from Mum and one from Cormac.
Shit.
‘Will have to be tomorrow. I have a family thing.’
‘Oh?’
‘Yeah, it’s my nan’s birthday. Mum’s mum. She wants to bring flowers to her grave.’
Meg’s eyes light up. ‘Can I come?’
‘What? To my nan’s grave? You didn’t know her.’
She blushes. ‘No, I mean to the graveyard. Just in case you see anything.’
‘What would I tell my family?’
‘I’ll hide until you see something.’
An electric chill passes through me and I gasp as a gravestone flashes in my mind.
Meg frowns. ‘What is it?’
‘Nothing, just a feeling.’
She grins. ‘A feeling that you need me to go to the graveyard?’
I close my eyes, trying to recall the image. But it was just a regular gravestone. Nothing strange about that, considering what we were talking about.
‘Michael?’ she says. ‘What is it?’
A tiny tingle prickles the back of my neck.
‘I think you’re right – you should come with me to the graveyard. There might be something there.’
