At breakfast, Josie and I sat with Kaspen again. I was so excited to tell him what we found out at the library yesterday. It felt like after years of searching for answers I was finally getting some. “We found out what the suppression was from and it’s only something that happens to shifters so I’m definitely some kind of shifter,” I told Kaspen.
“What is it?” Kaspen asked as he looked at me in the corner of his eyes.
Everyone else at the table we were sitting at was having their own conversations. Josie was in the middle of me and her father but she wasn’t paying attention to us. She was too busy swaying side to side as she ate her pb&j.
“Because of trauma,” I whispered to Kaspen so Josie wouldn’t hear.
“That’s a good thing?” Kaspen lifted his eyebrows then took a bite of his food.
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