Chapter 9

Tyler turned sixteen. Strong. Bright. Full of life.
Vivianne was there. The staff. The people we’d helped.
She handed me a small box. Inside lay a locket.
Inside were two photos. One of my mother. One of me. Standing in the rain.
"She always said," Vivianne whispered, "that the best people are the ones who run toward trouble instead of away from it."
I touched the locket.
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"I almost didn't," I said. "I almost kept walking."
"But you didn't," Tyler said. "Because you’re Emily. And Emily saves people."