One word could kill them all.
That’s what I was warned about after the first accident when I killed my family's allies. My powers manifested too young.
Powers I never asked for.
I can connect with the realm of the dead. My medium?
My voice.
And so I don’t talk. Ever. Not to anyone—except my sister, of course. She’s the only reason I’m not utterly insane after a lifetime spent hiding.
