[She had hit her head, Kit thought, but Aria Gardener was more discerning than most people gave her credit. There was a reason she handled the shelter's most abused patients where she worked. Her ability to communicate with the lost and wounded was unparalleled. Even Kit, who was similarly good with animals, marveled at the ease with which she seemed to be capable of making friends with those everyone else would deem a lost cause. A bump on the head wouldn't be enough to dull her senses.
No, whatever she had seen in Vincent...that was based on something real. And Kit had been afraid of that from the start because it meant that she had seen the same thing in him, too. But so long as neither of them admitted it aloud they were free to deny it, and if they denied it long enough...maybe whatever it was really would just go away.
A good start to that might have been sending Vincent in the opposite direction as him as they stepped outside into the chilly night air, but Kit didn't seem to be finished making bad decisions.]
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No, whatever she had seen in Vincent...that was based on something real. And Kit had been afraid of that from the start because it meant that she had seen the same thing in him, too. But so long as neither of them admitted it aloud they were free to deny it, and if they denied it long enough...maybe whatever it was really would just go away.
A good start to that might have been sending Vincent in the opposite direction as him as they stepped outside into the chilly night air, but Kit didn't seem to be finished making bad decisions.]
My parents don't live far from here. We can walk.