Valarian POV
A few hours earlier
"Valarian, are you dressed yet?" Mom yells out to me. I grab the piece of paper with my dad's address on it and a small list I made of his description. Mom said I should recognize him, and the funny feeling I get in my tummy should tell me he is my dad.
"Coming, mom," I call back to her while unfolding the paper again because the corners didn't match. Why doesn't it match? I refold it. Casey walks into the room, and I hate how she taps on my door. Two taps, it should be three, odd numbers, odd numbers. I try to refold the paper, but her knock irritates me making me stuff the corners up again.
"Valarian, we are gonna be late," mom calls again.
“Casey, knock," I snap, not meaning to. Casey is my best friend.
"I forgot, you are so weird, Vally," Casey la
