Marin shrugs. “I don’t know. All I know is that that magic allowed you to see magic when you were young. I think it has to do with that mark.” She looks pointedly at his birthmark.
Marin frowns and hugs him, careful to avoid the mark. “I’m sorry. This is a lot for you, isn’t it?” She glances out the window. “Hey were you expecting someone?”
Marin sighs. “I don’t know. I wish I had more answers.” She frowns and digs a knife out of her shoe. “I’ll be right back.” She leaves the house and encounters the people on their lawn. “May I help you?”