Reading Your Thoughts Set Me Free

I was walking home from school, shoulder-to-shoulder with the girl I had grown up with, the girl I had loved for as long as I could remember.

Then, a voice that wasn't mine scraped against the inside of my skull. It was her voice, but she hadn’t opened her mouth. It was her inner thoughts.

Did Noah bring an umbrella today? It’s pouring.

Her mind was entirely occupied by the new transfer student—Noah, the incredibly handsome guy from the wrong side of the tracks.

Before I could even process the shock, a sharper, far more vicious thought pierced my brain: If my family’s company didn’t…