"They're both my real family," Bay said absently, turning her coffee a dark gold with milk. If it was foamed, she thought, she could make a design.

"We met with them. Daphne, my roommate, was the other girl I was switched with. She grew up with my biological mom and I grew up with hers. When we found out, they actually moved in with us."

Bay looked faintly embarrassed, "My dad is, um. He's crazy rich, retired MLB player, so we always had extra room. And a guest house that's basically a real house." Weird how that was the part she felt odd about.

"All right, so how did you learn to control it?" And what had she done at the festival that made him shift back?