“Why?” I ask her. “I won’t do it again, I promise.” I had just gotten in trouble for stealing a bagel. Not a very heroic way to be killed for a crime. The famous Sage Martin stands before me, a gun pointed at my head. If the situation weren’t as deadly, I would be laughing. This is just how Charlotte would imagine me dying. Charlotte is my best friend. She would really hate to see me die regardle...

“Why do I have to leave, Mama?” I look up at my mom, who is fixing my outfit and smoothing my hair. “It’s not forever. Just until we can control these dreams, okay?” I nod. She told me that I’m going on a long vacation by myself. I don’t want to leave. I want to stay here. My dad walks in and clears his throat. I rush over to him and give him a big hug. He tenses, and doesn’t make a move to wrap...