"Narcissism, detachment, schizoid personality, sociopath-these things run rampant in the human race in varying degrees. Then you have the actors who can create an emotion within themselves by simply borrowing it from a past experience. I've attended plays and shows where the emotions flowing from the actors were as real as I've ever felt."
Kylie leaned back in her chair. "I'm part human and I can't seem to control anything."
Holiday glanced at her with empathy. "I'm sorry I had to send them away. I know you were hoping to learn something. But I couldn't risk that Derek might be right."
"I understand." And she did. She just didn't like it. "Mrs. Brighten-if she really was Mrs. Brighten-reminded me of my grandmother."
"Nana," Holiday said, and Kylie remembered that Nana's spirit had paid Holiday a visit.
"Yeah."
Holiday sighed. "I know this is difficult for you."
The camp leader's phone rang and Kylie held her breath, hoping it was news on the Brightens, Derek, or the P.I.
The camp leader glanced at the call log. "It's just my mom. I'll call her later."
Kylie pulled one knee up to her chest and wrapped her hand around her leg. The silence that followed called for the truth. "I feel as if nothing in my life makes sense anymore. Everything is changing."
Holiday wrapped her hair into a rope. "Change isn't the worst thing, Kylie. It's when things aren't changing that you have to worry."
"I disagree." Kylie dropped her chin down on her kneecap. "I mean, I know change is necessary for growth and all that stuff. But I'd like one thing in my life to feel ... grounded. I need a touchstone. Something that feels real."
Holiday raised her brows. "Shadow Falls is real, Kylie. It's your touchstone."
"I know. I know I belong here, it's just that I still don't know how I belong. And please don't tell me that I should make this my quest. Because that's been my quest since I've been here and I'm not any closer to figuring it now than I was then."
"That's not true." Holiday pulled her knees up, and in the oversize rocking chair, her petite form looked even smaller. "Look how far you've come. Like you said, you know you belong here. That's a big step. And your gifts are coming in left and right."
"Gifts that I mostly don't know how to control or when they might or might not pop in again. Not that I'm complaining." Kylie dropped her forehead on her kneecap and let go of an exaggerated sigh.
Holiday chuckled.
Kylie glanced up. "I sound pathetic, don't I."
Holiday frowned. "No. You sound frustrated. And to be honest, after what happened to you this weekend, you deserve to be frustrated. You might even deserve to be a little pathetic."
"Nobody has the right to be pathetic," Kylie said.
"I don't know about that. I think I've earned the right a few times in my life." Holiday set her rocking chair into a slow swaying motion.
Kylie stared at the camp leader, and she had a distinct feeling that there were a lot of things Holiday still hadn't told Kylie about herself.
"Did I sense a new spirit earlier?" Holiday asked.
"Yeah." Kylie leaned back in the chair. "She's still not making sense. Says she's confused." Kylie recalled the angry-looking stitches she'd seen on the woman's head. "I think she died of a brain tumor or something. She had a shaved head and scars."
"Hmm," Holiday said.
"And I think she's buried at Fallen Cemetery."
"Really? Did she tell you that?"
"No, but that's where I felt like I picked her up. Driving here this morning, my mom had just passed the cemetery when the spirit popped into the backseat."
"I guess that could be it."
"But you don't think so?" Kylie asked, unsure of Holiday's logic.