He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “At age sixteen, Marissa got angry when her adoptive parents wouldn’t let her stay out late and she started a fire with her mind, burned the house down, killing them both.” My face went slack. “Surely…that was an accident.” He swallowed hard. “She then became a ward of the crown, put under my parents’ care, and when I questioned her about it, she had absolutely no remorse. Said she was better off alone.”
