“Ange, don’t forget who we are and what we’re capable of.” With her hand on the door, she glances back at him, keeping her breath steady. “What do you mean?” “You know what I mean.” There’s a sacred code of silence, one that they long ago agreed to never break. To think he’s breaking it now—to think he’s referring to it after all these years—steals the breath from her, makes her feel like the world is tipping to its side.
Okay this sounds sus. Just what exactly are they capable of? Seems the parents got some shady secrets of their own.
