Kimberly sat on the floor of her room, her back pressed against the bed as she stared at the phone in her hands.
Her breathing was still unsteady. Her body still tingled from whatever she had just done.
*What is happening to me?*
She could still feel the aftershock of power surging through her veins.
It was like something ancient had awakened inside her, something she didn't understand but couldn't ignore.
She closed her eyes, trying to make sense of it all.
The language she had spoken—it was not hers. She had never learned it, never even heard it before.
And yet, the words had flowed effortlessly from her lips, carrying power that had somehow reached across the distance and brought Theo back.
Her chest tightened.
*This is bigger than I thought and who exactly am I?.* Kimberly thought.
She had told Theo to act normal, to pretend, but how long could they keep up the act?
