ick and wet, a New Orleans kind of heavy that sticks to your skin. My suppo

ome, Ryan,

, the cool dirt under my fingernails, the quiet wisdom of my mentor. This place,

ping out from behind Gabrielle. She was cold, elegant, and looked

chandeliers that dripped light. It smelled of money and some

Inside, a hairless cat with wrinkled ski

abrielle said. "So

nergy people and places leave behind. He called it dowsing, but it was more than finding

ice. It was sharp and spoiled, like a child's tantrum turned into a weapon. This wasn't

gling from her fingers. It was old, tarnish

, "belonged to your grandmother. I want you to

g energy pulsed from it, a hungry void designed to suck the life o

cat was the "fake son," Caleb, the one they'd raised by mistake. The locket w

for the new well, the community center we could never aff

surrounding me. This wasn't j

sy smile I learned b

ce genuine. "It' s beautifu

ould play their game. And