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commence.”
    “Wait.” She said. Caitlyn did not budge from the passenger seat, her mind racing as it tried to figure out exactly how she should proceed.
    He paused, watching her carefully. “Okay. If you aren’t ready, I understand completely.”
    She shook her head. “Yes… I mean, no, I am really not ready, but I want to learn. But before I do, I think I need more answers. There are a lot of questions that have been running around in my head.”
    “Of course you do. I would be worried if you didn’t.” He offered his hand to her as he helped her climb the rest of the way out of the gray truck. Garrett motioned for Caitlyn to follow him as he walked to the front of the car, sitting down on the bumper, his hands resting on either side of him, looking straight ahead over the cliffs into the dark night. “What would you like to know?”
    “I need to know if you are telling me the truth… about all of this. I need to know if I am going crazy, or hallucinating, or if this is really happening to me.”
    He turned away from the ocean. “I promise, it’s really happening and you are not crazy. This isn’t something that you are expected to accept the very first day. You have every right to question things. Just know that I want you to feel like you can ask me anything. If I can answer it, I will.”
    For what seemed like the hundredth time that day, Caitlyn took a deep breath. The scent of saltwater and seaweed clung heavier in the air than was normal for low tide. She attributed this to her newly heightened senses. “Okay, what is the Trust and what does that have to do with being an Actual?”
    “The Trust is an organization that has been around for centuries. We can date it back to around 1125. Basically, a very select few started evolving beyond the average human. At first, it was just reading others thoughts and perhaps levitating small objects. There were only a dozen men and women on record as having the ability back then. The founders all thought that they were possessed by some devil or cursed. It wasn’t until they naturally gravitated to one another that they began to realize that this was a gift, a blessing, and they should be proud of it and not ashamed. Imagine how difficult it was, despite living hundreds and in some cases, thousands of miles apart, that they still somehow found each other, in Ireland of all places.”
    Caitlyn imaged what their journeys must have been like; the sacrifices they must have made in their travels, all on a hunch that there was something waiting out there for them. She pictured the relief they probably felt when they realized that they were not alone, that there were others just like them, others that understood their struggles.
    Garrett continued. “The ones who did not keep their talents secret were publically persecuted, ostracized, and in many cases killed. The remaining few, decided to keep their talents concealed but remained close, working on their abilities together, learning what they were really capable of. They protected each other from detection. That is when the Trust was officially founded. It was very much a secret society for centuries. Midnight gatherings, special rites of passages, and a hierarchy. Over the centuries, our numbers grew. We contribute this to being that some families passed down the gene, generation to generation, since the beginning. There are eight of these families. Their families are simply known as the Descendants. Those families have strong abilities and are revered among Actuals. Are you following so far?”
    Caitlyn shifted her weight on the hood of the car in an attempt to get more comfortable. “Yes.”
    “Until about the early 1920’s, the number of Actuals stayed fairly consistent. There were never more than about one thousand in any given time in the world. It seemed to be a gene that was largely dormant. In the following ten years however, the number of Actuals close to doubled. The Descendants consulted with the