Chapter 67: A Delicate Discussion

Waverly watched from the sidewalk as the people who had come to help Darren rebuild Tillbury’s returned. They were blurred around the edges and their bodies moved slowly; their voices were almost inaudible. The blood had dried on both her nose and finger and she sat on the curb with her legs bent and elbows resting on her knees.

Through the vibrations of the silence, Waverly could sense the tones of Sawyer’s voice, but she kept still. Her thoughts clamoured together. Had she imagined it all? These days, she couldn’t be sure whether what she saw was true or not, but if it was…Then again, it didn’t prove Pietro was involved in the fire. Except Waverly knew better than to ignore coincidences. And Pietro singing the song she had been hearing for a week each time she looked at the woman…it couldn’t be just a coincidence.