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unanswered questions.
    Where was Blaze? What was Sadie like? Should I pursue them? Did they want to know me? Were they happy with their lives or were they searching for new ones? If I did meet them, how would they react? How would I? My father...
    With the help of insomnia and a heavy heart I had decided around 3:30 a.m. that regardless of how my life had played out in the beginning, the fact remained that I had family.
    I assumed that having Kate along for the ride would be more helpful than utilizing my typical method of processing matters on my own, which involved over-thinking the issue until it became another issue entirely, sometimes more than one.
    But, alas, Kate was just as blown away as I was. She tried to reassure me but had to leave before I was convinced. She had to visit her parents before flying back to Stanford tomorrow for an internship she said was “a big deal.” She promised to visit again before the fall semester started but not without several hundred-telephone calls to make sure she stayed in the loop. I promised to make her next trip much less interesting. She didn’t care for that idea.
    Poor girl expected to fix my broken pieces but instead left with a few of her own. Her last words to me were, “Shit happens I guess.” Not her most eloquent conclusion, but profound just the same.
    My startling family history was hard to process, but at least it distracted me from my grief about my mom. Through bloodshot eyes I surrendered to the anxiety that had kept me awake and fumbled my way downstairs to begin my day.
    I made a beeline to the coffee pot, desperate for a jolt.
    No wonder I can’t sleep. I’m a caffeine addict.
    Now was not the time for an intervention. Besides, there were far worse things to be addicted to. I stared into the glass as the source of my dependence streamed down, filling the pot with its dark caffeine-infused goodness. The machine rumbled and whistled and its aroma filled the kitchen. Lost in a trance, my thoughts wandered off in the direction of the supernatural.
    To me, magic was broomsticks, wands, potions, and spells.  There was none of that as far as I could tell. From what I had seen thus far, enchantment was much less sensational and created separation.
    I wondered how I would know what my power was, if I had one at all. I was half-expecting enchanted lightning to shoot from my fingertips and turn a lamp into a toad or some other bizarre event. And the Internet would be of little assistance.
    What would that Google search be like?
    How do I know what my magic powers are? Search.
    As far as I was concerned the people who believed had no real power and the ones who didn’t believe would be of no more assistance than the ones who did. Information may be power but where was the information about my so-called power?
    “Ah, I need coffee.”
    A soft knock at the door redirected my attention. I tried to guess who it could be since Kate was gone and I did not associate with anyone else.
    Opening the door, I saw no one. But then a tiny, navy blue car pulled into the driveway.
    Do I know anyone who drives a Mini Cooper?
    A young girl in a flowing white dress emerged with caution from the vehicle. The stranger paused to peek in my direction over the top of her oversized sunglasses as her dress shifted with the breeze then pooled around her feet. Moving further onto the porch, my eyes strained to see. As she came closer and I could fully observe the wisp of a girl strolling towards me. Her scrawny legs carried her up the footpath with poise but her fisted hands made me think her composure was forced.
    “I’m Sadie,” she said, stopping on the first porch step.
    She stared up at me with a look of awe and excitement. Her tiny stature and enormous smile reminded me of a child, eager and friendly. With only two words spoken between us, I believed I could trust Sadie with my deepest secrets.
    Her hazel eyes were mesmerizing. The sunlight reflected their golden tones that lightened