The images hit Chris with the force of a Mack truck, so much so that she took a step back. Her eyes widened.
"Oh...shit."
The faces. She recognized them and as she recognized them she felt a surge of fear. It seemed to ride the wave of the other images, conflicted and confused but she knew, fleetingly, that it wasn't coming from Melinda.
Her own hand suddenly felt nothing at all. That's where the fear was from and in an instant the coldness and the numb began to spread, glittering and gleaming outwardly for as nothing as it was inside. Diamond.
"Well. Fuck."
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