“The first time that I saw Sin, actually saw it, was that morning in 1961. You have heard one version or another of what happened, so you know that your Tia Luciana, was shot that morning, but you have not heard this part of the story. I am not sure why I never told you. Maybe I was waiting to find out whether you would ever exercise your gift before I shared my history.”
These were the words that Sara read in her mother’s diary. These were the words that would start her down a journey of self-discovery that might change her perception of . . . everything.