If I closed my eyes and truly pushed through the fog in my mind, I could sense Amber enough to know she was there, but I couldn’t discern her feelings. If something happened to her, I wouldn’t be able to tell.
Some worry bubbled up inside of me, remembering the time she had been abducted and how quickly I had found her because of our bond. Yet even that concern was muted thanks to the medicine.
I supposed, it was working. I didn’t feel possessive or aggressive. But the alternative? This nothing feeling…
I hated it.
With Alice, I tried to act normal, taking her to see the animals. She liked the elephants best, especially because there was a baby who was very cute, playing in the puddles while flinging his trunk around.
But the truth was, being normal was an act. If I let myself sit sti
