Jeremy’s Point of View
I returned to my office, my mind in complete turmoil. I sat at my desk, but I couldn’t shake the need to do something to release the tension building in my chest.
Without thinking, I clenched my fist and slammed it down hard on the desk, making it tremble, nearly toppling from its base.
Just then, the door opened, and Gael walked in, observing the scene with his calm yet alert eyes.
“What’s wrong, Jeremy?” he asked, not moving a muscle, as if he already knew something was off.
I had no idea how to explain it. Everything that had been happening lately—Alondra, the strange connection I felt—it was all overwhelming me.
“I can hear people’s thoughts, Gael. Everyone’s,” I admitted, my voice breaking into a frustrated sigh.
Gael frowned but kept his tone steady.
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