Zadie had been watching Luna since they arrived. There was something about her that felt familiar, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Until now. “It’s you.”

Luna snapped around to face her. “What?”

“You’re the psychic one.” Zadie surprised even herself with her certainty. For lack of a better term, it was as if they had some kind of psychic connection. She’d heard of twins reuniting after years apart being able to read each other’s thoughts. She didn’t know what Luna was thinking, but she was pretty sure they had more in common than met the eye.

“How would you know?” Luna bristled.

“Because…” Then reluctantly she mumbled, “I’m a psychic, too.”

The woman gaped back at her. “You are?” She seemed just as stunned as Zadie to be meeting another one of her kind.

“Well, I used to be,” she said, walking it back. “I don’t use my ability anymore. At least, not on purpose.”

“Luna’s been wanting to stop for years.” Estrella was looking at her granddaughter. “But the palm readings and tarot are how we make a living. Believe it or not, there aren’t a lot of job opportunities out here in the desert,” she said dryly. “Luna tells me what she sees and I paint. I agreed to be the face of the operation so she could stay anonymous.”

“And I’d like to keep it that way,” Luna interjected, her eyes burrowing into Zadie’s.

Zadie returned the hard look. “Me too.” It was like looking into a mirror. Are all psychics this grouchy? she wondered.

Luna’s suspicion began to give way, the hard line of her mouth slackening. She turned to Finn. “I’m sorry. I tried to read your fortunes, but I couldn’t. Every time I tried to look into the future, I kept getting thrown into the past. It was like my wires were getting crossed with someone else’s memories.”

Finn sucked in a quick breath. “Whose memories?”

“It was a long time ago. I don’t remember her name. Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t think she ever told me her name. It was like she’d forgotten it or something.”

“Did you guys paint a rock for her?”

“I think so.” Luna looked at her grandmother for confirmation. The old woman nodded.

“Can we see it?” Finn asked.

Luna led Finn and Zadie out of the trailer toward the Cairn. Estrella must have used glow-in-the-dark paint, because the colors that had already seemed brilliant in the sunlight had turned neon under the black lights. Rather than a pile of painted rocks, it looked like some kind of totem from an alien planet.

Luna knelt near the base of the Cairn. Her fingers lightly skimmed the rocks as though she were blessing them. “Here it is.”