Thirty
We made it to the hospital just after midnight thanks to Molly’s insistence on driving so I could explain the plan. Again. I’d wanted to arrive before we lost the assistance of the Solstice—and by Kayla’s glum expression she’d felt the same way—but I took the opportunity to tell them what I’d learned.
“I know what gift they thought the girls had. Foresight. Prophecy.”
‘But that’s super rare,” Kayla commented.
“I know. It doesn’t even usually show up in European bloodlines. Before you ask, no I don’t know how my ancestor came to have the power. It’s predominately seen in bloodlines of people of color, especially those with African ancestry.”
“How’d you figure all this out again?” Molly quipped as she pulled up to the back entrance to the hospital.
“It’s complicated,” I mumbled.
