Valerie's POV
For the very first time in years, I feel great sympathy for someone who isn't Fred or Brenda or my parents.
My life has always revolved around these people; my parents, my ex-boyfriend, and my best friend. They mean so much to me and I loved them without any care in the world.
I can do anything to make them happy as long as I am also happy and my heart flutters. Seeing them happy invariably makes me happy too, so I make efforts.
But today, I find myself wishing things are different and Mrs. Lorenzo isn't sick. Ryan doesn't look himself. It looks like his real self is out of that body.
He was just nodding meekly to everything I said with a far distant look on his face. I read people's actions as well as the words that come out of their mouths.
Mother calls me a psychic.
