Timepiece

Chapter 12

After Lily and her questions, I couldn’t stop thinking about my mom.

I drove to the gym for some peace in the indoor pool.

I discovered the difference water makes when I was little. My mom had taken me swimming every day, rain or shine, hot or cold. When we’d moved to the house in Ivy Springs, she’d insisted we put a pool on the property.

Since Jack had put her in a coma, I couldn’t bear to swim there anymore.

Because of my ribs, I walked into the water instead of diving. Sinking to the bottom of the pool, bubbles rising as I slowly released my breath, I allowed myself to think about her. Nobody else’s emotions nudged in to confuse me, convolute the sorrow.

She gave up everything for me. A lucrative career, a place in the spotlight, any chance at normalcy. She didn’t even know she was a traveler until she was pregnant with me. When she started seeing ripples, my dad was there to guide her through it.

Then I was born, and she became the mother of a little boy who was constantly bombarded by every emotion around him.

Once she and dad figured me out, what my needs were, she walked away from her life to keep me safe. Protected. She did her job so well that, until it was time for me to start school, the only emotion I ever felt was love.

She surrounded me with it.

I let myself float to the surface. The cool air was a sharp contrast to the warmth of the water. I took another deep breath.

This time, I pushed off the side of the pool and swam freestyle. My arms and legs pumped, churning up water but smoothing out my emotions.

We still didn’t know exactly what Jack Landers had done to my mother. He told Emerson that he’d taken enough of her memories to render her suicidal. I didn’t know if he’d taken her memories of me.

My mom wouldn’t have lived her life for me the way she had only to throw it all away. I never once felt her desire to be anywhere but with us.

The fact that she was still breathing confirmed it, even though she’d been unconscious for almost eight months.

I’d been serious about taking Jack out with that sword when I’d rushed him.

How could killing him be a mistake?

Now my emotions and purpose were as linear as the blue line on the bottom of the pool. I pushed off to swim the length of it one last time, and then came up to the surface for air.

Sunday night football.

The converted pool house was all latte-colored paint, dark brown leather, and huge windows. Tonight, it smelled like nachos and chili. I didn’t want to think about what it would smell like later.

“Boom!” Nate cackled and threw the television remote down so hard it bounced off the couch pillows. “I told you he’d score three touchdowns. You’ve got to take my garbage duty for a week.”

“Oh yeah?” Dune looked down at least half a foot at Nate’s triumphant face and flexed. “Make me.”

Nate groaned.

Neither one of them noticed me.

I went straight back to Michael’s room, but stopped with my hand on the doorknob when the TV went dead and the lights flickered off and on in the hall.

My parents had the same abilities as Michael and Em, and the same electrical connection. For as long as I could remember, the electricity was settled, and the love between them was so constant that it became emotional background noise. I barely noticed it until they were both gone.

Michael and Em’s love created the kind of electricity people noticed.

I’d let go of the knob and was backing away when Em abruptly opened Michael’s door. “Kaleb! Hey. Were you looking for us?”

Michael was stretched out on his bed in jeans and a T-shirt, and he was smiling. The covers were wrinkled, and a small hooded sweat jacket lay on the ground, along with Em’s black Converse. My stomach twisted into a tiny ball of regret.

At least I hadn’t interrupted anything too serious. Michael still had on his socks.

“I can come back.”

“Stay.” Em’s feet were bare, her cheeks pink, her hair a rumpled mess. “I was going to grab some water, anyway.” She nudged past me, and I heard the television in the living room switch back on.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled to Michael when I stepped into his room. “Maybe next time hang a sock over the doorknob?”

“I’ll remember that.” The smile disappeared, and he sat up. “Just taking advantage of our time together.”

His words were casual, but the ache coming from Michael echoed the one my dad lived with every day. I took it in, let it roll around in my chest, spread out, and settle.

“We’ll find Jack. He won’t hurt her, or anyone else, again,” I promised. I meant it.

“Em told me what happened, how you tried to take her pain.”

My heart skipped a sudden, painful beat. “I thought she might.”

Michael stared at the floor, feeling as unsure about how to proceed with the conversation as I did, but determined to have it. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“It’s not something I talk about.”

“Do your parents know?”

“Mom does. Dad? He has an idea. I don’t do it for just anyone.” But Em had been so small in my arms. Tried so hard not to cry. I’d rocked her back and forth when she broke, wishing she’d let me take it all away.

She’d handled it on her own.

“I guess what I don’t understand is”-Michael paused, searching for the right words-“after all those years of keeping it to yourself, why did you do it for her?”

Michael’s guitar leaned against his dresser. He’d tried to teach me chords for years, but I only ever managed to remember three. I picked it up and played each one twice before slapping my hand down on the strings to silence the sound.

“The morning I met her, I was hungover. Remember?”

He nodded, curious, but willing to wait for my answer.

“My emotions were wide open, and… she climbed right in.” I touched my hand to my heart, expecting an ache that didn’t come. “She listened.”

Before Em, no one had listened to me in a long time.

“She was completely devastated when she lost you,” I said, remembering just how broken she’d been. “Like a repeat of Mom, after Dad and the lab. You know how terrible it was.”

“I remember.”

Mom was larger than life, but so much of her life had revolved around Dad. I’d watched her close in on herself after the accident, convinced that her love for me was the only thing keeping her breathing.

I discovered that I’d failed her the morning I found her unconscious on her bathroom floor. She’d been that way ever since.

“I knew I could change it for Em. Make it better.” I stopped and stared up at the ceiling for a second. “I didn’t with Mom. I let her carry around all that grief instead of stepping in to take it. I didn’t try until she was already in the coma. There was nothing there. Too late. I didn’t do one thing that made a difference.”

“Em said it hurt you, physically.”

“That didn’t matter.” Emotional pain was layered. Taking it to ease one situation opened the doors to the past, where every emotion leaned against the one beside it. Pull out one, all the others fell. It was hard to know where to cut it off, if you got it all or if pain still remained to destroy, like cancer.

“Did your mom know? Would she have let you take her grief?”

“I would’ve insisted.” And she’d be here now.

“No one knew what Jack was doing. I should have paid attention, done more to help you both,” Michael said.

“You did enough. You took action. That’s why my dad is at my mom’s bedside right now. If anyone can bring her back, he can.”

“Thank you,” he said, meeting my eyes. There was absolutely no pride in him. Everything he felt was for Em, about Em, about her best interest. “For taking care of her. If… anything ever happened, I hope you’d do it again.”

Sorrow. Way too much for an offhand comment. I started to ask what he meant, when Em walked in, glass in hand.

“Are y’all done?” Em hopped up onto the edge of Michael’s desk. She smoothed down her hair and then smiled, as if she was remembering how it got that way.

“Yes.” I put the guitar back in the corner. “I’ll get out of your way.”

“No, sit. I wanted to talk to both of you. About Jack.”

I warily lowered myself into a chair shaped like a giant baseball mitt. Cheerful Em made me nervous.

Putting down her glass, she cleared her throat. “I’ve been thinking about Liam, and how he doesn’t want our help to find Jack.”

“He has reasons.” Michael’s fingers curled around the edge of the bed.

“Oh, I know he does,” she said. “But I don’t like them.”

I snorted.

Em grinned at me. “There’s one easy way to find Jack, and that’s to travel through time to somewhere he could be intercepted. Dune tracked Jack and Cat making a cash withdrawal in New York and then buying plane tickets to Heathrow, so we have times and places to look.”

“But traveling is impossible without exotic matter,” Michael said.

“Which gives Liam a good reason to be in the lab, searching for what’s missing from the exotic matter formula. Michael and I need to be there to help him.” She turned wide, innocent eyes on me. “That’s where you and Lily come in.”

“I thought you didn’t want her to help,” I said, more than nervous. Almost twitchy.

“I didn’t. Then she yelled at me.” Em winced at the memory. “A lot.”

“What does that have to do with me?” I asked.

“She’s never really used her ability outside Murphy’s Law. She also told me that she can’t track things unless she’s seen them, so to find Jack, she’ll need to see something he keeps with him. All the time.”

“That’s impossible, unless we track him down.” Michael looked at Em as if she’d lost it.

“No, it isn’t,” Em answered smugly.

“How?” Michael asked.

“You forget Lily was at the masquerade. Kaleb pushed her under the stairs, but she got a good look at Jack first.” She waited for the answer to register, and we spoke at the exact same time.

“The pocket watch.”