I felt his heart beat through the tip of my fingers. Every single pound in his chest sent a shock through my body. I could tell a good or bad person through the rhythm of their heartbeat. It was a gift. But with Ade, I couldn’t.
Eye to eye. Another blast tore into the air and my eyes darted everywhere as my breathing became ragged. Tables and chairs were all upside down, legs in the air, amid debris of cement block. My eyes returned to his brown ones and I made a decision without my gift.
“Okay,” I whimpered.