being your mother. We lied just now about them being friends of ours. The truth is, we never met them before, but we were told a lot about them — the sorts of things they were involved in.”
“Illegal things?” Courtney’s heart sank with the idea that her real parents were involved in something shady.
“No, things that were just… weird. Things that you might not believe. Hell, we didn’t believe them when they first told us, but then we saw proof.”
Sam raised an eyebrow and interrupted, “What kind of proof? What were they doing?”
“Proof of their involvement in the paranormal,” her mother explained. “From what we were told, they had a strong interest in it from the time they were small, and it eventually led to them actively seeking out people who were dealing with things that the normal authorities wouldn’t touch or believe. They had special abilities they used in their work.”
“What?” Courtney had finally found her voice after sitting in stunned silence for so long. This was all too much for her to take in.
“The lady in that picture, Ann, was able to move things with her mind, in addition to other things. When we first heard all this, we thought it was a joke, but then we saw the abilities being used for ourselves. We tried to find a rational explanation for it all, but it was hard to deny after seeing it in person.”
“You mean she had some kind of psychic powers? You can’t be serious.” She felt as though she’d stepped into the Twilight Zone . They had to be lying.
“We’re very serious, Courtney. It sounds like something out of a movie, I know, but I swear that every word is the truth. You have no idea how long it took us to be able to accept that, but we eventually realized there was no reasonable explanation for what we were seeing.”
“Wow,” Courtney said. It was the only word that would come to mind to express how she felt at the moment. How could that be true? Didn’t that stuff only happen in TV shows and movies? Did that mean she could do these things as well?
“I know this might be hard for you to accept,” her mother pitched in. “But I guess it might be time for you to start learning about them.”
“I… I’ve gotta go,” Courtney said as she stood from the couch. “I need to think for a while.”
“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you sooner, but we thought it was for the best. We didn’t want to—”
“I know. Look, I really don’t think I can talk about this anymore right now, okay? I just… need to be alone.” Without another word, Courtney hurried out of the house and down the street, ignoring her parents and Sam as they called for her.
She couldn’t believe she’d been right. How could they have kept the truth from her for so long? How could they have outright lied to her every day for nearly eighteen years? She ran as far as she could from the house, finally finding a secluded place to hide for a bit to think.
They aren’t my real family.
The words chilled her and made her question almost everything she’d ever known. Who were her real parents, and why did they feel like they had to give her away? What things might she start being able to do? She shivered as she considered the possibilities. What if she ended up having something strange happen right in the middle of class or something? The thought brought a fresh anger that made her suppress a scream. She should’ve been told so she could be prepared.
The sun slowly dimmed in the horizon, bringing a golden tinge to her surroundings. The old parking garage she’d hidden in had been empty for years, and she reveled in the solitude as she walked across the space, randomly kicking at pebbles that littered the ground. Courtney supposed she should get home before anyone started to worry. She checked her phone, sighing as she noticed the missed calls waiting for her. Sam was responsible for a couple of them, but the bulk of the calls were from her parents. She imagined they must be
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