-Joseph Stalin Jill returned home with a sense of relief. Her life was moving along so nicely all of a sudden. She had a man who adored her, friends who loved her, and her father was now in her life. Hell, she even had an uncle! Something that had felt so foreign and unwelcome, her clairvoyance, was now something she looked forward to embracing and learning more about. She still had a million questions, but they would all be answered in due time. She didn’t like lying, but those little tests that Rocco wanted to conduct on her had to remain a secret. Alexander—and Oliver and Heather for that matter—would flip out if he knew. They just didn’t understand how miserable her life had been for so many years, how isolated she had been. Controlling her clairvoyance was the first step in getting her freedom. Alexander, Oliver, and Heather were all spread on the couch, looking awful. The house was still a mess; although, it did seem as if someone had made a lame attempt at picking up. “You guys look terrible.”
