Summer was torn between the urge to run from there and pretend that she hasn’t heard a thing and walk into the room and confront them, and demand answers from them. Her legs feel heavy, she wants to move but she can’t. What did she hear just now? That she is not human?
“A monster! She is a monster!” Mrs. white’s screams echo in her mind. Before she knows, she is walking into the living room and facing twin shocked faces. “Summer?” She hears Barbara call her cautiously.
“What am I?” she asks, the desperation and fury leaking into her tone. Liam and Barbara exchanged worried glances, a silent message is conveyed between them while Summer stares at them, expectantly, tiredly.
“Sit,” the older woman finally says. Summer plops on the couch, her legs giving away. She won’t be surprised by
