Chapter Three

"My Love, you are not human." For a moment it felt as if the world had stopped spinning. Not human, me? How would that even be possible? I don't know how long I stood there, two minutes maybe four at the most, just trying to process the information presented to me and in all that time, I never once broke eye contact with Ezra. No one else dared to speak making the only audible sound the harsh rain pelting the window above the sink.

I kept waiting for this man to break into a smile and say "Gotcha!" But he stood unmoving, unaffiliated by the words that'd be spoken as if it was already common knowledge. The more time I searched his eyes for the truth, the more terrified I became. There was no shred of doubt in his indomitable eyes, he believed every word he had spoken to me. Turning to my parents I saw the tears in my fathers eyes and the guilt in both of their faces. My breathing started to get uneven.