A knock on my door broke my concentration from the mountain of homework I was tackling. Tess appeared holding a large platter of cookies. She held them up and brought them to me.

"What are those?" I asked, gesturing to the cookies. "I thought you hated baking."

Tess sat the platter down on the edge of my bed. "Our kooky neighbor made you cookies."

"Which neighbor? I thought they were all kooky."

"Constance; she almost bit my hand off when I tried to have one." Tess said. "What homework do you have?"

I glanced down at the stack of papers. "History, Chemistry, and English; it sucks how they decided to throw this on us now."

"That's what you get for being in all honors classes." Tess laughed before starting to exit.

"Aren't you going to at least have one of these?" I asked, gesturing to the giant pile of cookies at the foot of my bed.

"Nope," Tess replied. "They're probably too fattening for me; and besides Tate might want some whenever he decides to show up." She smirked and left before I could give her a smart reply.

I did my best to ignore the cookies sitting there. But after ten minutes, the sweet stench was floating into my nostrils. I glared at them from the top of my book. After arguing with myself, I tempted myself into plucking the first cookie on the top. It appeared to be chocolate chip. I shook my head before preparing to take a bite.

"I wouldn't eat that if I were you," Violet's voice scared the crap out of me. I dropped the cookie and glared at her for randomly appearing like that.

"You've got to stop showing up like that," I growled. Violet shrugged and plopped down on my bed. "Why shouldn't I eat these?" I asked, turning the cookie this way and that, inspecting it.

"Constance most likely added some syrup in them that causes severe stomachaches and internal bleeding."

I threw the cookie back on to the plate. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, she made me some cupcakes like those once. Good thing I didn't eat them."

"Why would she try to feed me tainted cookies?" I asked, peering at the pile with a new suspicion.

Violet blinked. "She wants to get rid of anyone who gets close to Tate."

I paused. Constance and Tate…Tate had dark blond hair; Constance's roots were the same shadowy blond. Gee, I'm stupid.

"Tate's mom is Constance," I said. It wasn't a question, and Violet didn't try to correct me. "I'm an idiot,"

"No you're not," Violet said, surprising me. I expected her to agree. "It took me forever to figure it out. And even then, Constance herself had to tell me. So you're on the right track: not stupid, just blind."

I looked at her. "Thanks Violet; if you don't mind, can I ask you a personal question?"

Violet narrowed her eyes before giving me a reluctant nod.

"How did you and Tate break up? You told me that he was all evil and dangerous, and last night neither of you would stand within five feet of each other. It must've been pretty recent and bad."

At first, she didn't answer. But then she sighed. "I think you need to talk to Tate about that. The way he explains it, it'll clear everything up."

I thought about ignoring her and pushing the subject, but I didn't. Instead we stood and took the platter of poisonous cookies to the kitchen. We crushed every cookie in our hands before forcing the remains into the garbage disposal. The satisfying grind sounded, and I smiled despite the waste of chocolate chip cookies.

I was home alone a few days later. Well, not completely alone. Tate left the library as soon as Violet marched in with the rest of the Harmons. She introduced me Dr. Ben Harmon, her dad, and Jeffrey, her baby brother.

The baby in Vivien's arms stared at me with wide blue eyes that matched his fathers. I silently scolded myself after thinking that Jeffrey's eyes showed wisdom far beyond his few months. Without meaning to, I asked, "Can I hold him?"

Ben and Vivien glanced at each other before settling the infant into my arms. Jeffrey's eyes met mine evenly; blue meeting silver. He was an alarmingly small baby, hardly bigger than a loaf of bread. And he was also almost too silent to believe.

"Interesting library you have here," Ben voiced from a shelf. I handed Jeffrey back to his mother and went to see what Dr. Harmon was looking at. The book was thick, black, and leather-bounded with no writing of any kind on it. Ben plucked it off the shelf and fingered through the first few pages. The title page read: A Guide for Those with the Sight.

Vivien and Violet left with Jeffrey in tow. Tate reentered soon after they left; Ben glanced up at him before continuing his scanning of the creepy book. Tate looked awkward for a second before settling in to continue reading the third Harry Potter book. Ben nudged me and pointed to a spot on his page. "Have you ever read this?"

I peered at the page. Those who have been born with the Sight have witnessed death at a very young age, mostly minutes after birth. They are usually marked with icy eye colors and are gifted by the Sight. The Sight can vary in from predicting the near future to the ability to see auras of the living to the ability to see spirits of those passed.

I stopped reading. This was starting to get really freaky. Tate must've sensed something was up, because he was at my side in no time flat. I pushed the book back into Ben's hands, who was looking at me with an awed expression. Then he spoke.

"Tay, do you mind if I borrow this?"

I shook my head and gestured for him to leave. Ben wasted no time obeying. Tate watched him leave and turned back to me, waiting for an explanation.

"What was that all about?"

"That book just described me, Tate." I said, my voice tight. I explained what I had read; Tate listened.

"Who have you known who died?" Tate asked. Genuine curiosity gleamed in his eyes.

"My mom," I croaked. "S-she died when I was six or seven. Suicide. I found the body." I opened my mouth to say more but all that came out was a sob. Next thing I knew, I was being crushed into Tate's chest. He held me as I cried, saying nothing. I pushed myself away from him to continue my story. "B-but when I found her, there was two of her. You know? Her body was lying on the ground, but her ghost was standing over it, looking sad. After her, that's when I really started seeing them; ghosts, I mean. After her, they all started showing up."

Tate looked at me, into my eyes. "That's why your eyes are silver, isn't it? What color were they before?"

"I think hazel, like Tess's," I said. I wiped away the remaining tears from my face. "I seriously don't remember what. To me, they've always been silver."

"Silver eyes," Tate whispered, nodding.

A/N: Well, now you finally know how Tay's mom died, and now you know that now Ben has the book mentioning Tay's eye color, everyone in that house is about to start thinking about getting out. Things are about to get interesting...