“It seems that anything is possible.”
“You heard me? I mean, youheardmy thoughts?”
“Apparently, you power-augment hard. You amplified my hearing so much that I can hear you in every way.” He pulls his hand from mine and turns away. “This is too much. It’s too weird.”
“Sam,” I start. But I don’t really know what to say. This is…incredible.
It’s much more than what Costa suggested.
So, I just think,We’ll deal with this later, but let’s look at this as a beautiful thing. We have to see it like that.
“Stell, don’t. Don’t talk to me in your head. It’s like I’m invading your privacy. This is awful.”
“Sorry. I understand.”
“I don’t know what to do. And I don’t want Costa to know.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. Just…not yet, okay?”
What this all feels like for Sam is a mystery to me, and I’m at a loss about what to do or how to make him feel better. I move into him, lean my head on his back, and wrap my arms around his waist. We’re both staring into the sun that is just beginning to dip.
“I love these afternoons in Maine. The light is more beautiful, the air fresher than I’ve experienced before. I love everything about Watermark.”
“Even now, with all that’s going on?” Sam fiddles with my bracelet while he inhales the sea breeze and runs his fingers over the letters as though he’s reading through touch.
“Even now. The air here? I can breathe again without feeling like I’m inhaling toxins. Before Maine, every move I made hurt. But now, I have a new life with this new air that smells like freedom and love. It makes me want to float into it.”
Sam turns into me and brushes his lips over my shoulder. “I don’t know how you’re so positive. Most people would run screaming from this shit, not want to float in it.”
“I’m not afraid of this. I just want you to have peace, Sam.”
“I will have it. Because of you.”
