“If you want to tell her, tell her. I can’t make that choice for you. But she’s at her mom’s every other week, it should make it easier,” he said. Rory was right, but I had one big question that nagged at me. If the Sight was always passed down through the women in the family, why didn’t Tara have it? “Okay, kid, you’ve got school tomorrow. Get up to bed.” I picked up my supplies and headed inside. A light shut off above me, drawing my eye. Tara was stepping away from the window. I sighed. Great.
