Her Silence Was Your Mercy

Summary

I was born with a voice that commanded the universe.

Whatever I spoke aloud became irrevocable fact. In the Mercer family, they called me their living talisman, their miracle child.

When I was two years old, my mother accidentally dropped a four-generation family heirloom—an antique platinum-and-sapphire cuff. It cracked clean in two against the marble. I pointed my tiny, clumsy finger at the shattered metal and whispered, ""Don’t break."" The next morning, the bracelet was resting securely on my mother’s wrist, seamlessly whole, without a single scratch to mark where it had fractured.