As soon as I place my hand in hers, she gasps, gripping my hand tightly, her eyes turn white, she has this faraway look. Like she is seeing through me at something I can’t see. I rip my hand from her grasp, alarmed, watching as her eyes seem to come back into focus and the color comes back. Claire smiles softly, but she can’t hide the worry in them. The driver's side door opens, and Caroline hops in the car, looking between us, as Claire just remains calmly staring like she is trying to figure something out.
“What happened?” Asks Caroline, looking as confused as I feel.
“I don’t know?” I answer honestly. Claire remains silent but turns around in her seat, looking out toward the front.
“We need to leave, now,” she says, looking toward Caroline.
Caroline hastily jams the keys in the ign
