“Correct,” Carly laughed. It wasn’t a sound he would have heard before, despite the duration of their friendship. Ethan, like many others, never had the privilege of hearing her voice—they just had to go off her expressions, dry-erase boards, and sign language, if they could understand the latter.
Swiping her hands from in front of his eyes, Carly nudged him in the side with her elbow before moving to stand in front of his face. “Awesome, right? After years of bitching and moaning it’s one of the new handlers who finally decides that maybe the punishment doesn’t fit the crime. It’s only been, like, seven years, but whatever.”
She smirked and put her hands on her hips. “Guess it helps that people around her are losing it with their powers. Maybe I should start sending some fruit baskets.”
With a big grin spreading across her face, Carly linked her arm around his and dragged Ethan to the sofa. “So. What do you think?”