Chapter 25 Robin
I looked at Mark, a tendril of anticipation curling around the fear rushing through me. My mom’s face was intent, waiting for me to lay my hand on the picture. With the weight of anticipation pressing down on me, breathing took all my effort. I couldn't focus on either my curiosity or fear though.
I needed answers, and I needed them a week ago. I had to save my dad.
If finding out more about myself will help find him, I couldn’t turn my back on the opportunity just because I was terrified.
Taking a deep breath, I let my hand drift closer to the page but stopped again an inch away. What if this changed me, but not for the better? If my mom was right, and I did have a latent power to influence others, what would happen?
Did I even want it?
In high school, I’d worried I
