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and trained up in how to control what they can do. For the sake of everyone on this planet."
    Finally my dad’s face and shoulders appeared on the TV screen.
    The reporter’s voice said, “To try and understand the possible science behind Simon Phillips’ abilities, we spoke with Sterling Williams, PhD, professor of human genetics at the University of Texas at Tyler, who has written several widely referenced articles on the possible future evolution of the human species. Dr. Williams, in one of your articles you stated that you believed humans might currently be in the process of evolving to exhibit special abilities someday. Do you still feel this is true?”
    The recording of my dad on TV said, “Absolutely. All species of life are constantly evolving to better suit the changing climate and environment in which they reside, and the human species is no different. In the case of the development of special human abilities, I believe it’s more likely that we’d only see the evolution of these new abilities within a few segments of the population based on their geographical location, genetic characteristics, and their family’s predisposition towards exhibiting certain…anomalies, if you will. And of course that evolutionary reaction would probably depend on what kind of exposure they had and how long that exposure lasted to a wide array of environmental factors.”
    “ What sort of environmental factors are we talking about here?” the reporter asked, still off screen.
    The televised version Dad let out a heavy sigh. “Where do I begin? It all comes down to—"
    But in my living room Dad suddenly shut off the TV. As Mom tried to protest, he shook his head. "No, no, absolutely not. There's no need to hear my reply now, because they've made me look like an idiot. I went on and on about how pollution and fracking and genetically modified organisms in our food and groundwater could be inhibiting human's evolutionary capabilities, when all along what they really wanted from me was what I just said. That new abilities in humans could show up in certain genetically predisposed family lines." With a heavy sigh and a grim set to his mouth, Dad dropped the remote onto the table at his elbow. "What a waste of my time. I spent hours showing those people charts and graphs and countless pages of research!"
    I bit my lower lip. I could just imagine the tidal wave of data Dad had probably poured onto them. The first time he introduced anyone to his theories, it was always a bit like being swallowed whole by a whale...overwhelming and way too much to comprehend at first. I'd been working with him on delivering his supporting evidence for his ideas in easier-to-swallow bite-sized chunks. But he'd been this way for decades before I came along. I doubted the transformation would happen overnight.
    Then I thought of my own mountain of evidence hidden in my closet.
    I was halfway across the room before I even realized I'd decided to stand up.
    “Tarah?” Mom said. “Is everything okay? This show didn’t...upset you, did it, hon?”
    Her voice had slipped into that careful psychiatrist tone calculated to both soothe and get me to spill my innermost thoughts and feelings.
    But I’d falle n for that trick once before and learned the consequences of telling her my secrets.
    I turned to face her with a smile pasted on my lips. “Nope, I’m good, Mom. Just going to get caught up on some homework, is all. Sorry about your interview, Dad.”
    Mom’s gaze searched my face for several long seconds, checking for signs I was lying, before she finally nodded.
    Dad caught my eye before I could turn away. He cocked his head an inch to the side in silent question.
    But I shook my head. Mom's quick dismissal tonight of Simon's abilities as nothing more than a hoax made it clear she still hadn't changed. Her inflexible mind just couldn’t wrap itself around the idea that there might be more to human capabilities than she could fathom. So it would