Grace looked down at the healed wound on her left arm, then over at Tara, whose gifted hands had erased all traces of the bleeding cut and mended the torn flesh with just a touch. "This is incredible. How long have you had this talent?"
"Pretty much all my life, I suppose." Tara pushed a curling lock of honey-blond hair behind her ear and gave a small shrug. "For a long time, I didn’t use it. I just wished it would go away, you know? So I could be... normal."
Grace nodded, understanding completely. "You"re lucky, though, Tara. Your ability is one of strength. It works for the good."
Shadows seemed to crowd the woman's aqua eyes. "Now it does, yes. Thanks mostly to Danny, that is. Before I met him, I had no idea why I was so different from other women. I treated my talent like a curse. N
