““He called. To schedule a reading.” “Who, Mom? Speak louder. It’s loud here.” “Gansey.” For a moment, Blue didn’t understand. Then realization tumbled down, weighting her feet. Her voice was a bit faint. “When … did you schedule it for?” “Tomorrow afternoon. It was the fastest I could get him in. I tried to get him in sooner, but he said he had school. Do you have a shift tomorrow?” “I’m changing it,” Blue replied immediately. It was someone else saying the words, though. The real Blue was back in the churchyard, hearing his voice say Gansey. “Yes, you are. Go work.” As she hung up, she could feel her pulse fluttering. It was real. He was real. It was all true and terribly, terribly specific.””
