I slept for fourteen hours straight, the kind of deep unconsciousness that felt more like my body shutting down than actual rest. When I finally woke up it was late afternoon, my apartment dark and my phone showing a dozen missed calls from Aunt Andrea and three from Marcus. I ignored them all and dragged myself to the shower, standing under hot water until some feeling returned to my limbs.
The teleportation ability was still unresponsive, burned out from pushing it too far. I could feel it there in my body like a muscle that had been torn and needed time to heal. That scared me more than I wanted to admit, the idea that I might have permanently damaged something fundamental by stretching too far in one night.
I had a shift at Vinnie's that evening and almost called in sick before decid
