Chapter 16

“Now what?” Marion stood still, but her eyes danced around, back and forth between Frank and her boy lying lifeless before them.

“Please, son,” Vaughn said.

Frank closed his eyes. He raised his hands, holding them high before resting one and then both upon Liam’s still chest. He pressed down hard, making the skin beneath them turn bright red. Frank concentrated all his energy—his supposed gift—toward making Liam breathe again. “Come on, Liam. We can do this.”

But nothing happened—nothing more.

“It’s not working,” Frank fretted.

“Keep trying,” Vaughn instructed. “Wait for more lightning.”