"What Mom, go on..."
She shook her head, "Honestly December, I'm not sure if you're ready to hear this yet."
"I am. I know I am, Mom. I've... I've experienced some weird things lately, and I need to know why I was frightened. I'm fifteen now. Don't you think I have a right to know about the things that might try to harm me?"
"Has someone tried to hurt you?" Moira asked, alarm filling her face.
December recalled the events at school, of the flooded gym, the strange dream she'd had and then the feeling of being so close to someone but there being nobody there. Moira sat, not saying a word until her daughter had finished talking.
She nodded, raised her eyebrows and rubbed her ear, "Oh my angel. And there I thought that you were completely oblivious to these things. How wrong I was. Yes,
