Kennedy rubs her chin, mulling his words over. "That's true...wait, there's a curse? What's going on here?" She gets up and pulls a chair up to his wheelchair. "I had a vision about this place before I moved here. I saw snippets of it. Beach, graveyard, a creepy old chapel, and the town sign. I asked my aunt if she knew of a place called Siren Cove, and she told me not to think of it again. Why would she tell me that? I mean, I knew I was born somewhere in Maine, but I didn't know I was borne here until she let it slip after drinking too much wine."

She's trying to piece the puzzle together. Obviously, she has roots here, her mother's family has history here, her mother died here. And some days she walks outside to crisp clean air and a clear head, and other days there's a darkness that clouds her thoughts. She figured it was just her, but Owen mentions a curse and that makes sense, right? Maybe she's more sensitive here because of the strong magic in the air.

"Just never stand up again, that's my decree."