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day while I’m printing the article I found for Gordon. Since the direct approach involving future investments and rising real-estate values didn’t work, I decided to try guilt. The article is about how several kids were traumatized for life by their parents trying to force them to get over their phobias. I’m going to put it in Gordon’s desk drawer—not too obvious a place, but still somewhere he’s likely to see it—because obviously I can’t give it to him myself. That would be like admitting I have a phobia, plus he might not take it seriously, since he already knows I’m after something. And maybe this way he won’t even know it was me who left it there. He might think it was Helen, quietly judging him for torturing his eldest son by pushing him off a building and then making him live in the attic.
    Fortunately, I don’t have any finals today and Gordon’s at work and Helen’s at the antique shop.
    “What are you doing?”
    Un fortunately, Amelia doesn’t have any finals today, either.
    “Nothing,” I tell her, hurrying to finish pulling my sweatshirt over my head and then catching the article as the printer spits it out onto the floor. And, most importantly, not letting her touch it, since her power only lets her summon things she’s had her grubby paws on already.
    “Is that for school?” She folds her arms over her chest and wrinkles her eyebrows at me. Like now she’s the printer police.
    “It’s my confession of undying love for Zach. I was going to email it, but that just seemed too impersonal. I’m going to his house to give it to him.”
    She scowls at me. “Zach’s my boyfriend. And he’s at school. And you’re not allowed to leave.”
    “Says who?”
    “Dad. Obviously.”
    “Uh, he didn’t tell me that.” And I already made plans to meet up with Riley, so too bad. I head for Gordon and Helen’s room with Amelia trailing behind. The door is ajar, and I nudge it open the rest of the way with my foot. I brace myself, still expecting a disaster area like my mom’s room, even after living here for almost a year. But Gordon and Helen’s room is nothing like my mom’s. The bed is made and there’s not even any laundry on the floor.
    “He told you you were grounded, right?” Amelia says, still following me. “Because not leaving the house is what grounded means. And what are you doing in here?”
    “Coming in without permission and touching everything they own. Your favorite hobby.” I flash her a fake smile. “And I’m not grounded.”
    “Dad didn’t ground you? But you failed your final.”
    “So if I bomb a test, I’m supposed to get in trouble?” Isn’t failing its own reward?
    “Yes. I mean... You broke the rules. Dad has to be mad, right?”
    I shrug, sliding open his desk drawer and revealing the latest issue of Heroes Monthly . “Not mad enough to ground me. I think he actually, like, respects me for telling him the truth.”
    Amelia snorts. “Yeah, right. And saying you’re not grounded is just what you’d say if you were , so that I’d let you leave.”
    “Let me leave?” I glance over my shoulder at her. “And how do you plan to stop me?”
    “I...” Her mouth hangs open as she thinks that through.
    I turn back to the desk and grab the magazine out of the drawer, intending to hide the article underneath it, since just setting it on top would be too obvious. But when I pick it up, a brochure falls out from between the pages and lands on the desk, face up.
    The Wellness Preserve—a relaxing place for troubled superpowered teens to rediscover themselves through a personalized therapy program, led by our highly trained staff.
    There’s a picture of a guy and a girl standing next to a tree in the countryside with big smiles on their faces. The girl has a ball of fire badly Photoshopped into her hand and is making a big point of using it to roast a marshmallow, instead of the tree, I guess. And the guy is using his super strength to lift a giant log