Elena

‘Elena, I need to see you right away!’ my mother’s panicked voice says in the mind link.

My mother is a bit prone to hysterics. It works great when you need a man to do something for you but not so great when you’re her daughter.

‘Where are you?’

‘My bedroom. Hurry!’

I roll my eyes. The last time she got hysterical and needed my assistance, she’d left her window open, and a bird had flown in. Mom’s screeching made the bird so terrified, it couldn’t find its way ...