Hidden Truths
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Sometimes a gift can be a curse …
I should know. As one of thousands "lucky" enough to inherit the Gifted gene, I've spent most of my life trying to limit contact with the world around me.
For someone with the empath gift, every interaction has the potential to drown you – to submerge you in emotions so strong that it feels like you might lose yourself in them forever. I've lost myself many times.
But when my closest friend is viciously attacked, and a young boy with a unique gift is blamed, I have no choice but to embrace my ability; it's the only thing that won't lie to me. The only thing I can trust.
The safe little bubble I've created for myself is about to burst. And when it does, it won't just be my world that's changed forever.
If you're looking for a fun, fast paced dose of escapism, you'll love this short Urban Fantasy read.
L.M. Hatchell
Born and bred in Dublin, L.M. Hatchell is a fully qualified accountant, a health and fitness enthusiast, and mammy to a little girl with a big personality. In the rare minutes of the day when she has peace, you’ll find her with her head buried in a book, lost in a world of magic, intrigue, and suspense. She started writing at a young age and could often be found passing the pages of her next story around her friends at school. Then life got in the way and she forgot the joy of writing. Until now. Join her as she rediscovers the imagination buried deep within. A supernatural world is coming to Ireland and things will never be the same again.
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Hidden Truths - L.M. Hatchell
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This is my son, Patrick. I need access to his records.
The woman on the other side of the reception desk produced a photograph of a young boy with a cheeky grin that showcased his chipped front tooth and jabbed it with an emphatic finger. I’m his mother. I have a legal right to see whatever information you have on him.
I worked hard to keep the smile pasted on my face despite the throbbing that had started between my eyes. The Archives were situated in the lowest levels of the Department for Protection and Integration of the Gifted, and as such, the dampener spell that covered the building should have been enough to stop my empath ability from kicking in. But Ms. Ryan’s anxiety levels were ratcheting higher and higher with every minute she stood before me. And so were mine.
I don’t dispute your right to access, Ms. Ryan,
I told her for a third time, trying hard to keep my tone soothing. But I can’t find any record of Patrick in the Gifted database.
He has to be there,
she insisted, the tremor in her voice clearly audible. Can you check again? P-A-T-R-I-C-K R-Y-A-N.
Once more I typed her son’s name into the computer, struggling to focus on the words that came up on the screen as the pain in my head turned from a dull throb to a sharp blade darting from one side of my skull to the other.
I’m sorry, there’s nothing coming up. Can you tell me a bit more about him? What his gift is? Maybe he’s been logged incorrectly.
Not something I’d like to believe since my job is to maintain the accuracy of all Gifted records, but human error is a real thing whether you have an additional element of your genome activated or not.
Ms. Ryan hesitated, her expression becoming shuttered. I don’t know, his gift hadn’t
– she waved her hands as if trying to find the right word – manifested yet. He’s only twelve.
On the border of puberty … If he really was Gifted, that would make him somewhat of a ticking time bomb. It was even less likely in that case for him not to show up on my system, since the government had made it their business to provide support to all prepubescent Gifted for the past decade. With the right guidance, the manifestation of gifts could be a reasonably painless process. Without it … Well, let’s just say I knew from personal experience that wasn’t fun.
Okay, can you tell me what his father’s gift is? They generally pass down through the generations without too much change.
And based on the fact Ms. Ryan’s wide eyes were green instead of the telltale gold, it was a safe bet to assume Patrick had inherited the genetic mutation from his father.
I don’t know. He … his father’s not in the picture.
Desperation flowed from her in waves, and my vision blurred for a moment. I gritted my teeth in an attempt to focus.
What about documentation from Support Services? They should have assigned someone to monitor Patrick’s changes as he approached puberty. If you have a name, I can contact them and get his case number.
No!
Ms. Ryan grabbed my hand to stop me before I could dial the extension for the Support Office three floors above us. You don’t understand. They took him. They took my boy.
The touch of her skin against mine shattered any remaining mental barriers I had against her emotions. Panic washed over me and left me gasping for breath.
I stumbled backwards, but it was too late. I couldn’t think past the pain that exploded in my head or breathe past the fear that tried to crush my chest. She was so afraid for him, so certain that something terrible had happened to her little boy.
The world around me turned fuzzy and I felt like I was drowning. Ms. Ryan was still speaking to me, but her words sounded mumbled now, secondary to the anxiety that threatened to consume me. Then there was another voice, a male voice.
Through my hazy vision, I could just make out the shape of Richard, my boss, as he hurried into the reception area and to the other woman’s side.
It wasn’t lack of concern that led him to ignore me, but rather practicality; the quickest way he