Having gotten that far with Linda, I broached the subject I was most afraid of, and one I’ve been thinking about since we realized our situation. A lot. The fact that this whole situation is my fault.
When I blurted that out, she was quiet for a second, then tried to give me the consoling crap about how this wasn’t anybody’s fault, that things just conspired against us. I didn’t bury this rocket in the ground, I didn’t make it take off—that consoling crap. But I knew better, and I cut her off in mid-consolation.
For some reason, I don’t know why, I’m different than the rest of the kids here—probably different than anyone who’d climbed Stanyan Hill before. I’m a receptor. My mind is tuned to something, like a radio frequency no one else can hear, except Jennifer, a little. People were cli
