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came into contact with her body, or maybe it was her soul.
    Izzy relished the feel of her mother and squeezed her tighter. “I found it, Mommy. I know how Jack died. And better yet, I know how to save him.” The possibility of changing the outcome lit her tone with hope.
    Cynthia’s expression filled with relief and satisfaction. “I knew you’d find the way.” Her gentle touch led Izzy to the couch and they sat together, holding hands. “Tell me...what happened? And how will you fix it?”
    Explaining the circumstances, the pitch in Izzy’s voice escalated. Quickly though, as soon as she mentioned the defective dinghy and it’s part in Jack’s untimely demise, Cynthia’s smile faded and her fleshy appearance turned translucent.
    “How can you fix that?” Cynthia’s eyes darted back and forth, just like Izzy remembered, when her mother was worried about something.
    “If he carries a hunting knife in his flying boot, he can stab the dinghy when it inflates.”
    The solution settled into Izzy’s thoughts and slowly drained her confidence. Getting Jack to carry that knife wouldn’t be as easy as it sounded. But she couldn’t tell that by looking at her mother’s face, her lips spreading into a massive grin.
    “A hunting knife would be a fine present for Jack’s upcoming birthday.”
    “Yes, but I can’t remember anything but my name when I’m back there.” A dark quality claimed Izzy’s mood. “How am I supposed to remember to buy him a birthday present? Never mind that I need to know him well enough to buy him a gift in the first place, and get him to carry it with him when he—” Fear filtered into her shaky voice. “—dies while flying a patrol mission on the evening of his birthday.”
    “Well, sweetheart.” Cynthia’s tone, calm and gentle, soothed Izzy’s nerves. “I’m going to help you with that.”
    Cynthia’s fingers rested comfortingly on Izzy’s shoulder. Her mother didn’t say anything more. Instead, she closed her eyes and continued to hold on to Izzy. Izzy felt...enlightened somehow, but couldn’t put her finger on exactly why. After a moment of what appeared to be meditation, Cynthia’s eyelids fluttered open and she smiled.
    Out of the blue, a delirium of sudden, spinning optimism filled Izzy.
    “I forged a couple of suggestions into your mind. First, you have to be receptive to a friendship with Jack.” An impish facet glinted her eyes. “You’ll have an overwhelming desire to get to know him.”
    “But how do we know I’ll see him when I go back?” Izzy felt like she was poking holes in her mother’s plan, and that saddened her. Being receptive to making an acquaintance was one thing, but expecting an urge to compel her to track down some guy, one she had no memory off, seemed a little far-fetched.
    “Well, I do have some control over where you’re placed,” Cynthia said. “I’m privy to a few details of Jack’s life. I know where he lives, where he likes to hang out...the route he takes when he goes to town.” Cynthia paused, drawing a deep breath. She seemed overwhelmed, as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. “That’s why I put you in a nightclub where he likes to hang out.” Joy climbed in her tone. “Personally, I thought the singing act was brilliant. You’ll need a job while you’re back there, and this is perfect. He can’t help but notice the singer.”
    “I’m that forgettable, huh?” Izzy’s doubt plugged her speech. She cleared her throat, unable to cleanse the insecurity from her next words. “You had to stick me up on stage to make sure he noticed me?”
    Cynthia shook her head. “I don’t think there’s any doubt about Jack’s attraction for you,” she said, as if she knew something Izzy didn’t.
    Izzy wanted to question her innuendo but a bigger question plagued her. “I’m going to need a job? Just how long will I be there?”
    “Jack’s birthday is next month. That’s also the day he dies. You’re