We stayed in the car for a while, neither of us saying a word because there was nothing left to say yet. The silence felt earned, like we both needed time to accept that things were no longer the same.
Marcus stared out at the deserted warehouse lot, his jaw tight. He looked like he was still processing the visions I had forced into his mind, trying to make sense of them alongside the world he had always known.
"I need you to understand something," he finally said, his voice quieter than usual. "What you just showed me, that's not something a person just moves past in a day or a week. That's the kind of thing that fundamentally changes how you see everything."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize." He turned to look at me. "I asked for the truth and you gave it to me. That took guts c
