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"There are two types of people in the world: those who prefer to be sad among others, and those who prefer to be sad alone." ~Nicole Krauss, The History of Love

Alexander Solberg stared at his daughter, his jaw ticking as he pushed away from his desk

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Alexander Solberg stared at his daughter, his jaw ticking as he pushed away from his desk. His steps were slow and measured as he walked around the desk never taking his eyes off Sloane. She gulped looking back into his green eyes, very much like her own. But where hers held a measure of fear, dread growing with each moment he wouldn't answer her, his held a growing anger.

"Answer me. Where did you hear about that?" His words sharp and insistent, his eyes widened as he demanded her reply. She'd seen her dad upset before, but this was more than upset. This was something more, something wild, urgent.

Her mind slid back to the beginning of summer when he insisted she return home. She'd never fought her parents, the desire to be on her own never outweighed her need to get along with them which is why every break, every summer, she'd return despite something inside wanting to do just the opposite. But this past summer after graduation, she'd felt renewed, her own person. And she'd let her mom and dad know she intended on taking a job in Forest Grove and remaining on her own. She'd have thought she was telling them she was running away to join a circus or a cult or something.

Her father was furious, but it was her mom who'd suggestion some cooling off time, which had worked up until now. The memories triggered emotions, everything swirling inside like pieces of a puzzle. She stepped back as her dad grabbed her shoulders, a feeling snapped inside like the final piece clicking into place.

"It's true. All of it. Who are we?" she whispered as her dad stood there.

"Who told you?"

"I asked you first." Where the strength came from to demand an answer when cold filled her moments before, she wasn't sure. But she squared her shoulders knowing she either got the answers now, or she may never get them. Alexander blinked, taking a step back before running a hand through his hair.

"I don't understand. There's no way you should know anything. How?" He scrunched his eyebrows, drawn down in confusion.

Sloane would've usually felt bad, giving in to her dad's questioning, but anger raged inside her as she realized the implications of his words. Her parents had kept the truth from her. The certainty of it grew inside her the more she thought about it. She crossed her arms staring her dad straight in the eye.

"What do you mean I wasn't supposed to know? That I'm a seer? Or a Charmed? Or both?"

"None of it. You were never supposed to find out."

"Why?" The word was softer than she intended, icy cold of betrayal racing through her veins as she listened to her dad. He'd come to terms with her knowledge faster than she thought possible.

"Because you were never supposed to know who we are, who our bloodline really is."

"Don't you think that's something I should have decided for myself?"

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