FAYE
I shook my head slowly, the weight of Alexander’s words sinking in. For a moment, I wasn’t even sure I’d heard him right. The air around us felt heavy—too still, too charged. My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear my own voice when I asked, “What are you saying, Alexander?”
He was standing across from me, still half in shock himself. But I could tell he was trying—trying to stay composed, trying not to let me see that this scared him too.
He swallowed hard, his eyes flicking briefly toward me before settling on the floor. “I’m saying… if you’re seeing something that isn’t happening right now, then maybe—just maybe—you’re not imagining it.” His voice was careful. “Maybe you’re seeing visions. Maybe that’s your dominant gift.”
The world seemed to tilt. My breath caught
