Sarah's mouth open and close, as if she can hardly believe what Daddy has just said to her. "S-sir." She clears her throat, obviously troubled. "You must be mistaken. Really." She swallows, fear in her eyes. "My mother doesn't have any powers."
Daddy shakes his head and folds his arms. "Miss Referres, your mother is a member of a secret national society for psychics only. The so-called actor she married, your father, is an agent recruiting members for it. Your mother would've never left you for any other reason. Never."
A tear rolls out from Sarah's eyes and she wipes it away stubbornly. The expression on her face turns angry. "How would you know this, Mr. Morgan? You yourself just told us you have no powers. Your wife is dead! How would you know ANY of this?"
"It doesn't end!" Daddy snaps. "Even if a member dies, information is still passed on to the family. This society is a dangerous one. It would be better if it had never been founded." He sighs. "I recieve phone calls every day with more information. It'll never stop."
Sarah swallows again, breathing hard. Finally, she says, "So my mother is still alive? Where is she?"
"All members currently live at the headquarters," Daddy answers. "All those who don't have children or choose to leave them."
"Where's it at?" Sarah demands.
Daddy shrugs. "I don't know. Anna never lived there because of Samara, so I don't know where it is." He looks at the clock on the wall. His eyes widen. "You must leave! Work has to be done, and you're wasting my time. This was a pleasant break, but I'm going to regret it soon. Farewell, Mr. Kellar, Miss Referres, Samara."
We all sigh but head out the door. I slump down on the stairs.
"This is so messed up," I say. "Secret national society?"
"My MOTHER?!" Sarah shouted. "I don't believe this shit! She leaves me to go live at some psychic society's place? And she's the one who's been calling us and giving us these powers! What the hell! What would she have against you?"
I look down, feeling sudden pity for Sarah. "I don't know," I say quietly.
Aiden buries his head in his hands. "I'm still confused. I don't know how this all connects." He takes a deep breath. "Okay. So, Sarah's mom is the caller who gave us all the powers. She's a member of a secret psychic society that Samara's mom was also apart of. And Sarah's mom and Samara are both supposed to be in a... 'battle'."
Sarah and I nod.
"That sounds ridiculous!" Aiden shouts, startling us both. "How could there be a fight between Sarah's mom and Samara! It just doesn't make sense!"
"Okay," Sarah says quietly. "I have an idea."
"What is it now?" Aiden says, exasperated.
"We're going to ask my mom herself," she answers. "We're going to ask her about this entire thing."
"HOW?" Aiden asks. "We don't know where the headquarters are!"
"Of course we do," Sarah smiles. She pulls an envelope out of her pocket. "Here's her most recent letter. Look at the address."
Aiden and I take a look. "Anne Referres, 87 Society Avenue."
"WHAT!" I yell. "Society Avenue is just a few streets over from where Aiden lives!"
Sarah nods. "I've always wanted to visit her, but she told me that I never should, because she didn't want to risk my father's temper." She smiles slyly. "Well, my father's just an agent, right? So we're gonna drop a visit on her. Ask her everything..."
And the unsaid words hang in the air: Make her pay...
(( I am so sorry! It's been a loooooong time since I've added a chapter to this story! But I'm back now. Woo-hooo... ))