(April’s POV)
I was still looking at Alex, trying to figure out why he was so frickin' happy, when Uncle Wyatt spoke to me again. “April, sweety… How old were you when you first shifted?”
“Twelve.” My answer was quick and there was no doubt or hesitation in my voice as my eyes went to him. They all looked at me, astonished. “What?” My Dad was paler than a ghost once again as he croaked that out. Uncle Wyatt wasn’t far behind him this time, though his voice was more steady. “Sweety are you sure?”
“Yes, Uncle Wyatt. Why?” He glanced at my Father, who seemed utterly perplexed at this point as he asked. “I’m curious… Do you remember what you were doing when you first shifted?” “I sure do, Dad. You remember that day that the pervy bus driver left me behind in the rain?” “Yeah?” My Dad gav
