Her head snapped up, tilted, listening, her gaze unfocused.  While her coloring screamed albino, her eyes said something else.  The dark irises almost matched her pupils.

“Is he angry?” she whispered.

I looked around the room.  We were alone.  I tried speaking but couldn’t make any noise.  Surely, she couldn’t see me.

“No, you can go,” she said to the room as she smoothed back her hair and walked to the desk, her steps measured.  I watched her move and knew she was blind.

The door flew open as she smiled and said, “Welcome home, Papa.  Did you find them?”

Blake scowled at the girl but walked up to her and kissed her lightly on the forehead, his actions contradicting his expression.

“Yes.  But, your sisters are not as reasonable as you are.”

I gasped, pulling myself from the vision.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?” Emmitt said, drawing back from me.

“Maybe not.”

I laid my head on his shoulder, and he held me close.  His hand soothed my back.

Though I no longer received premonitions about the stock market, the visions of the other women like me hadn’t stopped.  They happened fairly often now, always when I touched Emmitt.

I’d learned a little more about the women, my sisters, but not much.  So far, five of us starred in the visions.  Some visions were just little snapshots of day-to-day things, like washing dishes or walking somewhere, while a few detailed events that I didn’t understand.  I shared those with Grey and Nana, hoping they could explain.

This woman was new.  A sixth.

“He’s got another girl, like me,” I said softly so the boys wouldn’t hear.  “Funny that I get this premonition right after Sam calls to say we need to head to your parents early.”  I lifted my head and met his eyes.  “I told Sam we’d be there before dinner, but I think we should leave now.”

He nodded, gave me a quick kiss, and went to the door.  “We’re leaving in ten minutes,” he called into the hallway.  He didn’t raise his voice or use a serious tone, but I knew it wouldn’t matter.  The others would be ready.

Both boys looked up from their plates, and he smiled at them.

“Race time,” he said.  “You two finish eating.  Who do you want to finish packing for you?”

“Grey!” they both called.

I laughed, shook my head, and tried really hard not to feel the gnawing worry in the pit of my stomach.

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