“We didn’t anticipate that things would happen quite the way they did—as it was, we were lucky to be able to extract Jamie Roth, Stella Benicia, and Megan Cannon before they were seriously harmed. We just couldn’t get to Noah Shaw.”
I heard her wrong.
That was it. I calmly, slowly looked back at the board, and forced my mind to turn the letters into words, ones I could understand, ones that made sense. But all I could process when I read them now was:
Deceased.
Written under Noah’s name.
My mind repeated the words of the woman Noah had once called a liar.
“You will love him to ruins.”
All the pain I had ever felt was just practice for this moment.
“The roof caved around you, but not on you, Mara. Noah was too close, and he was crushed.”
“He will die before his time with you by his side, unless you let him go.”
“I’m very, very sorry,” Dr. Kells said.
What she was saying was impossible. Impossible. Noah healed every time he was hurt, always. He swore I couldn’t hurt him again and again and again. Noah didn’t lie. Not to me.
But Dr. Kells did. She lied to me about Jude. She lied to Jude about me. She lied to my parents about Horizons. She lied to everyone, to all of us.
And she was lying to me now.