Elswood sat silently beside his two kids on the park bench. Neither of them spoke a word. They'd settled their suitcases on the ground beside the bench. They were meant to go home, but after such shocking news, they decided to stay a little bit to talk about Irene’s mom, who she thought she had known very well for the past sixteen years.
But perhaps not that well. Her mom had always been away for various occasions: be it for work or simply hanging out with her friends. They rarely had time for ‘How’s school?’ questions, let alone storytelling about how she was actually a freaking fortune teller. Or an Oracle, as the Ace people liked to call it.
She had thought that her mom was normal, not an Ace, and that Madam Corneille had wiped her memory of what had happened on her birthday. Turned o
