Marked
Caleb stepped up, reached for the knob, and prepared to break it.
“Wait,” I said.
Caleb stopped.
“Can I try this one?” I asked, and broke into a mischievous smile.
I wanted to see if I had that kind of strength. I felt it, coursing through my veins, but didn’t know its limitations, or when or where it would come.
He smiled at me and stepped aside. “Be my guest.”
I tried the knob, and it didn’t give. I tried harder, and still nothing. I felt frustrated, and embarrassed.
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