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pulled back. I shift away from her.
    â€œAnd how are you?” Dr. Franklin asks me, his eyes kind. “I know we’re giving a lot of attention to Bo right now, but how are you doing?”
    Both he and Mom stare at me, waiting for an answer.
    â€œI’m . . . okay,” I say finally.

CHAPTER 5
    My parents and sister are walking out of the towering front doors of the academy when Gwen and I reach the bottom of the steps.
    â€œThere you are,” Dr. Franklin says, following behind them.
    â€œI’ll go get my stuff,” I say. I glance at Dad. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were in a rush.”
    â€œNo rush,” Dad says. “You’re staying here.”
    Gwen bounds up the steps and disappears inside, but I’m frozen in place. “I’m staying?”
    Mom nods. “Just this weekend, okay, sweetie? We’ll bring you home next weekend. Is that all right?”
    â€œYeah, fine,” I say. My mind is already churning. This isn’t just fine, it’s
great
. I need time to work on saving Sofía, and going home will just get in the way of that. Who knows when I’ll get a chance like this again. Every weekend my parents drive up here to pick me up and take me home for “family time,” something my mother hates to relinquish.
    Phoebe walks a pace behind my parents as they head to their car, which is parked in the circular driveway right in front of the academy. As Mom hugs me and Dad grunts goodbye, Phoebe stands to the side, her eyes dancing over the sign in front of the school, made of brick and gleaming bronze: T HE B ERKSHIRE A CA DEMY FOR C HILDREN WI TH E XCEPTIONAL N EEDS .
    Part of me wants to pull my sister aside and tell her that the sign is just a front. It’s not like we can advertise what the school really is, what all of us can really do. Dr. Franklin and the rest of the unit advisors all have powers too, and they know how important secrecy is. It sort of sucks, though, the way Phoebe thinks I belong on the short bus.
    Or maybe she knows the truth. I can’t tell—not with her—and I’m too exhausted to try. Especially today, after watching a memorial service for someone who’s not dead.
    After trying to save Sofía again. After failing. Again.
    â€œNext weekend,” my mom whispers, pulling away from her tight hug. “You’re okay staying here until then?”
    â€œYeah, yeah, I’m fine,” I say.
    My parents and sister get into the Buick, and my family is gone before I head back inside.
    â€œTomorrow I’d like to have an extra session with you,” the Doctor says, holding the door open for me.
    â€œOf course,” I answer. Another session would definitely help. Even though Dr. Franklin can’t control time like me, he says my emotions are causing the block, making it so I always snap back to the present when I try to reach Sofía. So if a “feelings” session with him can help me regain control of my power, I’m all for it.
    When I first came to the Berk, I had no idea that so much of learning to control my powers would come from inside my head. Most of the first week was even spent in psychoanalysis. The Doctor assured me that every student goes through such rounds, to make sure they are “suitable for the special environment afforded at Berkshire Academy.”
    As I head upstairs, I calculate how much time I can focus on saving Sofía. We had a day off with the fake memorial service, but classes resume Monday. I may be able to negotiate some extra time from some of my teachers, though. Our classes are small and tailored to each of our strengths, paced individually. I’m several lessons behind Ryan in math, but I’m already in a different textbook from everyone else in history. Maybe a little “independent study” during that class would allow me some time to work on saving Sofía.
    When we reach my floor, the Doctor tells me