Page 44 of All Your Tomorrows

How was I getting out of this one? “No…I…I heard what happened and I thought maybe I could help,” I lied.

She tipped her head to the side, not buying my story. “So, you told Mrs. Fletcher why you were there?”

“Not exactly.”

“How about Sue?”

“No,” I admitted.

“Did you see anything while you were with him?” she asked, the tapping of her foot catching my attention. Was all her bravado an act? Was she nervous about something?

“No.”

“Did you hear anything?”

I shook my head.

“I heard you went to see Bono.”

My brows shot up. “Are you following me?”

She scoffed. “It’s a small town. People talk. Why did you want to talk to him?”

“I knew they were friends.”

Her brows inverted. “How would you know that?”

“I’m a medium. We tend to know stuff.”

An old man materialized over Melanie’s right shoulder. “She’s a liar,” he announced.

My eyes narrowed as I searched his weathered face for a clue of what he meant. “Did you lose a grandfather?” I asked.

Her head whipped around. “Why? Is he here?”

The old man held his index finger up to his lips.

“No. I was just wondering who you were hoping to communicate with on the other side,” I lied. “Youarehere for a reading, right?”

“I want to communicate with my boyfriend, of course.”

My stomach churned, the thought of him ever being with her was unfathomable. “He’s still alive,” I said. “I only hear from spirits who have crossed over.”

“She doesn’t want you to know,” the old man said.

“Know what?” I asked.

“I didn’t say anything,” Melanie said.

“She doesn’t want anyone to know,” he said.

Melanie looked over her shoulder. “What are you looking at?” she snapped.

I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I’m just trying to focus.”

“Are you trying to reach Kyler?”

“I can try,” I lied. “Do you have anything with you that belonged to him?”

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