I followed Sarah to the stage of the Red Theater. To my annoyance, Liam was waiting there. Immediately, I turned to go.
“No,” I said, but Sarah kept a firm grip on my arm.
“Amy, just trust us, ok?”
“Fine.” Reluctantly, I followed her up on the stage.
Liam pointed to the spot where our lives changed, off in the wings where Porsche was killed.
Sarah stood off to the side, leaning against the wall. Liam made sure the lights were off. He still hadn’t said a word to me, and I thought that was probably the safest route. On top of that, my head was starting to swim and I wondered when the last time I had eaten was. I wanted to be back in bed, but Sarah had a firm grip on my wrist.#p#分页标题#e#
Just as I was about to complain, I saw it and my heart dropped to my stomach. The white mist that haunted my dreams began appearing again.
Quickly, I looked to them, one to the other, but neither of them seemed alarmed by this. I mean, this past year had not exactly been normal, but the fact that no one seemed phased by this worried me.
“Guys…?”
“Just watch, Amy.” Liam had a soft smile on his face. “I think that you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”
I raised an eyebrow but said nothing, watching the mist. Sarah had her feet firmly planted on the floor, her eyes closed, and she seemed highly focused.
I was about to open my mouth, dry as it was, when it began to take shape. And I saw exactly what I had seen on TV, but more solid.
Within a minute, standing in front of me, just as solid as Sarah or Liam, was my mother.
The mother I had never met; the mother I had only seen in pictures; the mother who I imagined would tell me bedtime stories or kiss my wounds or tell me the secret to boys.
She had a soft smile on her face and she was holding out her hand, as if I could take it.
“Hello, Amy.”
Tears filled my eyes, and I put my hand over my mouth. We had learned, probably about the first month of last year, to tilt our head upwards when we stage cried, to not ruin the makeup. This time, however, they came spilling down my face, smearing whatever left over makeup I had on from yesterday. I couldn’t see, except through blurred vision, and it felt like an elephant was sitting on my chest.
My hand trembled as I reached out to take her hand. Despite myself, I shrieked when I made contact with warm flesh and jumped back.
Liam caught me before I slammed into a set piece.
“It’s ok,” he said.
I whipped around. “How is this ok? How are you doing this?”
Nothing made sense anymore and I couldn’t wrap my head around what was real and what was not. I looked from Liam to Sarah, and then finally to the person who I thought I would never see again.
“Mom?”
“I’ve been watching you your whole life, Amy. You’ve grown into quite an impressive young woman. Just because you can’t see me doesn’t mean that I am not here.”
“But why can I see you?” I managed to make my voice steady in between sobs.
In my mother’s presence, all the hurt and confusion I had felt over the last few weeks came to a head, and I felt like it was finally alright to expose it, despite having never known her.
“Shields,” she replied. “A powerful shield leaves residual energy, and your friend Porsche was very powerful indeed. In addition, Sarah draws on power that has been untapped for years, thanks to her broken bloodline. A Shield can remove the supernatural element from anything, and so if a ghost is true a ghost and not a residual, it makes me…”
“Human,” I whispered, and then threw myself into her arms.
This was a moment I had imagined my entire life, and now that it was here, I couldn’t get any of the practiced scenarios out of my mouth. I must have wasted whole days of my life thinking of what I would say if this moment ever came. Some days, I was happy, overjoyed and would ask her everything, knowing that she would be a world of knowledge. Some days, I was angry, blaming her for the disease that would one day take me to her. Some days, I just sat in silence with the vision of her, enjoying every mundane daily activity. But at the moment, I couldn’t do anything but hug her and cry.
Eventually, I pulled back, grateful that she did not break our embrace, even when it became too long. I was aware of Sarah and Liam behind me and I turned my head slightly.
“Is it possible that I could get some time alone with my mother?”
“Of course,” Liam replied, and exited as if this was a show and he was a practiced player. Sarah, however, remained routed.