I just don’t feel like I should have to know about it.

But to have come all this way to ask me to find someone—when he knew perfectly well how all of that finding people crap had messed me up—

Well, okay, he didn’t know, really, since I’d barely spoken to him since it happened. The war, I mean. And the part I’d played in it.

Still, he had to have read it in the papers. He had some nerve coming here and asking me to—

Then suddenly something else hit me, and I looked at him confusedly.

“You don’thave a sister,” I pointed out.

“Yes,” Rob said evenly. “Actually, I do.”

“How could you have a sister,” I demanded, sounding angrier than I’d meant to, “and not even tell me?”

“Because I didn’t know about her myself,” Rob said, “until a few months ago.”

“What?” I couldn’t believe this. I really couldn’t. I mean, first my ex-boyfriend shows up at my door, and not even because he wants to get back together with me. Then he pulls out some kind of ghost sister. Seriously, this is the kind of thing that only happens to me. Wait’ll the TV show’s producers got a load of this. “Did your mom put her up for adoption, and not tell you, or something?”

“She’s not related to my mom,” Rob said.

“Then how can she be your sister?” What was he trying to pull? Did he think I’d lost my MIND during the war, and not just my psychic powers?

“She’s my dad’s kid,” Rob said.

And then I remembered. You know, that Rob had a dad, too. I had never met him, because he’d left Rob’s mother when Rob had been just a baby. Rob had always been reluctant to discuss his father—didn’t even go by his father’s last name, which was Snyder, but his mother’s—until the day I’d accidentally stumbled across a photo of him, and dreamed about his whereabouts.

Which happened to be—for want of a better word—jail.

Rob had been even MORE reluctant to talk about his dad when he realized I knew where he was.