"Don't worry about this. You should have seen mine, it could soak this handkerchief and still be dripping. I was really fighting against having any psychic abilities." He said in a friendly tone, looking down at the bloodstained handkerchief.

"Psychic abilities?" He nodded to my question.

"Yeah, I'm a psychic and so are you; it's a family thing."

"Who are you?"

"Toni." He paused and locked eyes with me for a moment. "I'm Antonio Wagner, but you can definitely call me Toni. I'm your cousin."

I got deeply interested. I have another cousin? The only cousin I knew of was Tyler, my uncle Mark's son. It's been so long since...