The question played on an infinite loop as Reid fled from the park. He’d come out for a run and BAM! Kara Larsen crossed his path again. Again. What were the odds? The fire house, the department store, the 911 call. Twelve people in his class and her assessment form is the one that gets screwed up? She’d said he was the sign she’d been waiting for from her mother. What if she was a sign from Erin? No. He would not go there. No, it was categorically insane to believe that. He was a mess. Emotionally shut off, according to Lynn. He was scarred and scared. He couldn’t help anybody. He especially couldn’t help anybody with a kid. Help her, his brother had said. He tripped on a shoelace and nearly face-planted. Get a grip, Bennett. He crouched down, tied the lace and thought of Kyle. He didn’t believe in fortune-telling, and he never checked his horoscope. He didn’t believe in psychic mediums and ghosts. And even though he hadn’t been to a church in more years than he could count, he did believe in life after death.
