Page 68 of Rebellion

“What if Sofia saw Gerard’s murder?” Miller asked. “What if Step Callahan is right and my mother’s disappearance is somehow connected to his father’s murder?”

“How could you have been there?” Rogan asked Sofia.

Sofia rubbed at her forehead. Was it possible? Was that dream an old memory that she’d repressed as a child?

Had she seen Gerard Callahan being murdered? By her father? And by Rogan’s father and Iker Florez?

“I don’t know. I can’t remember.” So much of it was blurry. She only got bits and pieces. And she didn’t understand why she was now dreaming so much about it.

Maybe because of Miller. Perhaps she tweaked something in your memory.

Or perhaps it was all the stress lately stirring things up.

“Why would my father have taken me?” she asked. But she did remember him putting her in a car and telling her to sleep. “And how could I have forgotten what happened for so many years?”

“You were young. Maybe you buried the memory,” Colm suggested.

Please touch me.

“But I need to know what happened,” Sofia insisted. “I can’t stand having half the story.”

“I wonder if my mom saw something they didn’t want her to see.”

“A thaisce,” Rogan said in a soft voice.

Damn. That was sweet.

She remembered Colm calling herMo leannan.

She wanted that again.

What an idiot she’d been.

“Everyone who would know the truth is dead,” Miller said.

Right. Everything except . . .

“Except for me,” Sofia said in a quiet voice. She pushed her hands under the blanket, pressing them together anxiously.

Keep it together, Sofia.

“And I’m missing chunks. What if I can’t remember anything else? All I’ve got is these flashes of images and feelings.”

Although the nightmare had become clearer lately. Which was making it even harder for her to sleep.

Rogan sat forward. “Sofia, you can’t tell anyone what you remember.”

Sofia stared at him in bewilderment. “What about Sacha?”

“Tell your cousin, but make sure you’re completely alone,” Rogan replied. “I’ll be with you if you want. We need to tell him about tonight, anyway.”

“He’ll be furious.” Sofia chewed her lower lip. She knew she had to tell him. But she didn’t want to upset Sacha.

He was all she had.

“He should have protected you better,” Colm snarled.

“He’s in the hospital!” Sofia snapped back. No way would she sit here and listen to Colm talk badly about Sacha. “He nearly died.”

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