"You did that," he whispers, referring to the local workers who keep shooting nervous glances my way. "They're wary of you."
"I didn't realize I had so much power," I confess, still unsure of how I managed to cut off the entire street's power.
"Maybe it's because of those pills you're taking?" He suggests.
"Yeah, maybe," I reply, wanting to avoid the topic. My head is not in the right space for that discussion.
"Sometimes emotions are stronger and overpower everything," Aamon adds.
I stay silent, the pain of my loss too fresh to discuss further.
"There you are!" Becca calls out from her front yard, interrupting our quiet moment. She gives Aamon a suspicious glance before turning to me. "I've been looking for you all over the house! There's a man who wants to speak with you. It seems
