Miranda POV
I felt different. More different than before. I sat there by myself, but could still hear Brent in the room that was next to ours, but connected by a swinging door. It looked more like a separate living space where we could hang out and be ourselves with couches and chairs, a huge television with different gaming consoles. I tried not to listen in on his conversation, but I couldn't help it. My hearing was just that good, even if he was trying to keep it hushed. I heard everything and even part of her end of the conversation.
"You didn't see it. Her body was floating and covered in flames. It was like she was locked in a trance of some sort, fighting herself to wake up." Brent continued, "When can you be here? Please tell me soon?"
The female voice on the other end spoke in
