A Memory About Family

But he could read minds. He had to have known about his destiny all along. No one could keep a secret from him. Why didn’t he turn himself in?

“Because I was protecting my parents.”

I spun around. Gem stood at my open door. His gaze pinned me. “What do you mean?” I asked. So much for get-to-know-you chitchat! “No need for chitchat, Miss Punicello. I know you already.” His voice was flat and matter-of-fact, as if patiently explaining a complicated concept to a child. I said nothin...