I couldn't help it. I stopped—keeled over and—
Anger, anguish, and self-loathing filled me. My mother was dead! Right when she was going to split with Jimmy—when she would finally, truly, be happy again after my father's sudden departure and six long years of being manipulated and deceived. Right when we would both have had emancipated lives together…
I began puking my guts out all over again, the taste of bile so bitter in my mouth.
This was my fault. It just was. The attack had to have resulted because I was a Fate Changer—probably because. Was it the Divinity Defenders? Did they want to kill me since I had a gift over the future? One I could have used to save my mom? Hadn't there been so many signs I could have spotted to Change Fate? The appearance of fire? Light becoming dark? A pr
