Renatta took a deep breath, explaining to Renan patiently. "Magic doesn't exist. I know it doesn't exist. I'm forty-three years old, Renan. I've lived my entire life and never once seen anything supernatural. Not once. Are you seriously asking me to believe that my son is suddenly a magician?"
"I'm not asking you. I'm showing you." Renan said calmly. "You saw me cast that spell. You watched the light appear and stay in the air. Do you have any other explanation for what just happened?"
Renatta opened her mouth, then closed it. She looked around the bathroom searching for hidden cameras or projectors. "I... I don't know. I don't have an explanation. But that doesn't mean I have to jump to magic as the answer! There's always a rational explanation. Always. You could have... I don't know, you could have..."
