Reese looked back and smiled a little at her friend, somehow knowing she
would have found her. Leave it to Sam to know "You found me out. How am I
doing?"
She turned back to the waters and shrugged, taking up the position she had
just minutes ago "Not really sure. I mean my mother dies in a car crash,
being with an Aunt she has sworn for years is a family enemy just about --
and then this."
Marissa handed her friend the document given to her about her supposed
'dead' father.
"And do you know," Reese murmured as she looked at her hands "How close I
got to losing it? Do you remember the last time I.........?"
She closed and opened her hands, looking at the palms and falling into an
uneasy silence as she did remember the last time this 'gift' had broken
out -- and the amount of control she had had to exert to keep it inactive
all this time so that something like that wouldn't happen again -- with
people around.
Samantha took the paper and sat down beside her friend reading over it. She
was aware of what her friend was taling about. "But you didn't lose it,"
she reminded her. "No point in feeling guilty about something that didn't
happen. Or even something that did." This was the same old speech she'd
given a thousand times before. What happened was not Reese's fault and she
wasn't about to sit idly by and let her best friend eat herself alive with
guilt about something she couldn't control.
"God lord," she said as the words on the page struck her. She wasn't sure
how to react to the news. It was so odd to think that Reese had a father
out there she never knew. It made her a bit angry at Sara for hiding such a
thing for so long. That was really unfair to her daughter. However, she
wasn't going to say anything about that to Reese. Not now, maybe not ever.
"Are you going ot find him? Do you want to find him?"
Samantha
