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I stand.

"What?"

"I don't know."

The lights flicker. Once. Twice. Morrow doesn't look surprised.

I notice.

"You've seen this before."

He hesitates.

"Yes."

"When?"

"Before I came here."

A cold feeling settles in my stomach.

"Tell me."

He rubs his hands together.

"At the house."

"The Valentine house?"

He nods.

"The lights started flickering the day my parents disappeared."

My attention sharpens.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I thought it sounded crazy."

I almost laugh again.

"That is unfortunately not the craziest thing happening right now."

A small smile crosses his face. It disappears quickly.

"They would flicker whenever I asked questions."

"Questions about what?"

"My past."

The room suddenly feels smaller.

"Your adoption?"

He nods.

"Every time I tried looking for information, something happened."