KADE

I had been sitting in my room for a while, thankful that the smell of incense had finally made its way out and that the sound of footsteps going up and down the stairs had reduced.

I still needed to have a conversation with my mom, but I wasn’t sure she was ready to hear what I had really seen. I didn’t know how to explain that, for a moment, I had been able to see through another person’s eyes—and that I had seen things that had warped my mind forever.

I slowly got out of bed and staggered a little as I stood. When I regained my balance,...