They won’t be able to see us from the road, if anyone’s looking.” Dylan pulled the van up onto the lawn where I said. He had to leave the engine running because, well, we didn’t know how to turn it off. But at least it was quiet. We were at the rest area on the interstate, off the service drive and behind a hill. It was one of my family’s emergency rendezvous points and the place I thought of automatically as a place for us to hide out and regroup. The enormity of what had happened was trying really hard to get to me, and I was trying really hard to ignore it. My head was pounding and I kept seeing all the things I had done, all the ways I had used my abilities—in front of all these kids. In front of government agents! It was all sort of a blur now, and I was so tired I felt like I could curl up and go to sleep and convince myself it had been a nightmare—except for the smell of tear gas in my hair. We had all piled into the van, and I made Dylan wait to pull out until we saw Eric lead the agents away from the house.
