“Did you tell them?” I asked, my voice shaking. Please tell me you didn’t, please tell me you lied your ass off. “Just the basics, that you see the dead, that the Sight runs in the family,” Rory answered me. My stomach dropped, my chest aching. “I wanted to leave the details to you.” I closed my eyes, tears pouring down my face. It happened; it really happened. A week, it took one fucking week for them to find out. I pulled my knees to my chest; I rested my forehead on them and covered my head with my arms as I cried. It was over. They knew I was a freak; they were gone.
