Chapter 6

“Nope. They say it makes a difference if you do. But I had to work hard the old-fashioned way.” Jameson caught the stare from Dru and Amelia. They were both anchors, and he knew they had the gene. He held up his hands. “Not that you didn’t have to work hard. But you guys are hardwired to care, so that part’s easier, isn’t it?”

Dru inclined her head as though maybe he was right, so Jameson relaxed and sat back.

“But anyway, like I said, it’s important. I was, like, six when my grandmother died. I was pretty upset because she was awesome. But my mom assured me she’d be at rest and happy. And when I asked her how she knew for sure, she told me there were special people out there who helped anyone who needed it so they could find peace.” Jameson forked up another bite of salad. “That’s always stuck with me, I guess.”