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When Halli and my mom got back from dinner, Halli found several urgent messages from Professor Whitfield. She waited until my mom was in the shower before she called him back.
His face popped up on the screen after only a few rings.
“Where have you been?” he asked. “We’ve been calling you all day. Has something happened?”
“No, I had things to do.”
“Things to...Halli, don’t you understand? We need to establish the connection again. As soon as possible.”
Halli sighed. She’d been avoiding this conversation because she knew the professor probably wouldn’t understand. Or agree.
“I don’t know how to explain it to you,” she said, “but I just know: It has to come from Audie this time. There’s nothing I can do to contact her. It’s like you said yesterday—we have a new kind of connection n
