Misha
A day earlier
I love my uncle Damien, but he has lied to me. For years he has convinced me that my parents don't miss me. Only now, when my psychic powers have grown, can I tell that isn't the truth.
For many nights I've been haunted by images of my mom leaving flowers outside my grave. Crying, talking to me, and then washing my gravestone after that imbecile Asher and his friends painted it with graffiti.
My dad helped to wash it. But even though I can tell that my dad misses me too, my mom's dedication breaks me. I thought she would have given up by now, but in my dreams, the years flash by one by one, and every day she keeps going to my grave.
Guilt churns in my stomach and fuels my determination. Damien refused to open the portal when I asked him, so tonight, I will shatte
