Back at home, Emmanuella sat alone, knees drawn to her chest. The world outside had become a stranger overnight. Their parents didn't know what was happening to her—and she couldn't explain it even if she tried.
It started as a warmth in her chest whenever people were nearby. Then she began to feel what they felt—deeply, vividly. Not just sensing emotions… but shifting them.
She experimented in silence.
When her mother began to panic over the flickering lights, Emmanuella whispered, "It'll be okay." Her tone vibrated through the room.
Her mother blinked, calmed, and quietly continued cooking.
Later that day, E.E.A. patrol units knocked on a neighbor's door. The officers were loud, tense. One reached for his weapon.
Emmanuella reached out with her mind—softly, gently.
One officer hesitated. His grip loosened. Then he turned and walked away. The others followed him like a forgotten thought.
Emmanuella's hands trembled.
"I didn't speak… I didn't even move. I just… made them leave."
Something inside her pulsed. Not rage. Not fear.
Hope.