HAZEL's POV.
I was ten when I first had my suspicions that my family was different. One day, I was hiding out in the garage searching for my bike when I heard their voices. My parents.
I hid behind the car and followed them with my eyes. My Dad was still in his police uniform and my Mum was in a leather outfit with thigh-high boots.
"She's getting older," My Dad raised his voice like they were arguing. "She deserves to know the truth." He added.
"She's a child. There's no way you're getting her involved this early." My mother snapped back. Were they talking about me? I clung to the sides of the car as quietly as I could.
What could they possibly be talking about?
I was young but still, the questions plagued my mind. "Look at Harold's son, he already takes him out to the fields wit
