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Echoes Between Us by Katie McGarry
Published on January 14, 2020 by Tor Teen
Genres: YA, Fantasy, Historical Fiction
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Echoes Between Us is bestselling author Katie McGarry's breakout teen contemporary novel about a girl with everything to lose and the boy who will do anything to save her.
Veronica sees ghosts--more specifically, her mother's ghost, thanks to the blinding migraines that consume her whole life and keep Veronica on the fringes. But the haunting afterimages make her wonder if there is something more going on....
Golden boy Sawyer is handsome and popular, a state champion swimmer, but this All-American is hiding an adrenaline addiction that could kill him. Drawn to each other after a chance meeting, can they help each other battle the demons that haunt their every step or will they push their luck too far and risk losing itall...including their lives?
“Did you deposit the rental check?” Dad asks, drawing me out of my melancholy mood. “Yep.”
“Tomorrow, not tonight, as you need to get some sleep, can you set up all the new spreadsheets for these tenants?” I’ve already started them. Rent, utilities, incidentals . . . “Yep.”
“Have you turned on the alarm?”
“Yep. I’m home safe, Dad, and I’m okay.”
There’s silence on his end, and I allow it. He eventually clears his throat, but his voice is gruffer than normal. “I love you, peanut.”
My heart warms. “I love you, too.”
He hangs up, and I relax back in the comfy rolling chair that is pleather and has a high back. There’s a lot of people my age who would be freaked out to be alone at night, but except when I was eleven and we first moved here, the dark doesn’t scare me. In fact, there’s a comfort in the blackness of night. A lot like a soft, heavy blanket. A lot like my mother’s hugs.
Searching for a solution to my problems, I swivel in the chair. I need to find someone else to work with on my English project. Someone who has a car, someone who will be easy to meet with, someone who will willingly work with me and someone who is absolutely on board with what I want to research. This topic means the world to me— literally life and death.
My cell pings and I glance down at the text. Glory: You need to contact me. I’m seeing things in your future that concern me.
There are things that concern me about my future, too.
Out of the corner of my eye, there’s movement. A shadow. I barely see the blur, and it darts from the living room toward the stairs that lead to the foyer on the first floor. My heart picks up speed. It’s past midnight. The time when this house comes alive. Beyond shadows, I haven’t seen the children since I was a child, and I’m hungry to see them again.
I’m up, out of my seat and I follow. A push of a few buttons, the alarm is disarmed and I open the heavy wooden door that separates me from the rest of house. At the top of the stairs, I strain to look down into the darkness. A faint light pushes through the thick stained glass over the main front door, creating shadows in the corner. There’s silence. So loud that it almost hurts my ears.
The children frighten easily so I creep down the stairs, working hard to distribute my weight to keep the old steps from creaking and moaning.
What do the children see when they frolic around this old house? Do they see their own home, in their own time, back when they were alive? Are they lost in their happy memories? Because that’s what I hope for death to be, lost in a dream of joy.
I lean my back against the wall, close my eyes and listen. At this time of night, at exactly this time, I hear their light footsteps tapping against the hardwood. Some nights, I’m lucky and can hear their giggles, and on rare nights, back when I was younger, I was offered the rare jewel of catching sight of more than just the hem of a dress.
I breathe in. I breathe out. The energy of the house surrounds me, and a child’s high- pitched scream pierces the night.
Katie McGarry was a teenager during the age of grunge and boy bands and remembers those years as the best and worst of her life. She is a lover of music, happy endings, reality television, and is a secret University of Kentucky basketball fan. She is the author of the Pushing the Limits and Thunder Road series.
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