A Telepath's Accidental Heroism

or, collapsing at my feet. My perfectly normal afternoon nap was over, replaced

ght to Senator Thompson. My stomach dropped – this was the kind of mess my sheriff dad always warned against. But then, as he gasped fo

, his face paling as he realized the depth of the conspiracy I'd unwittingly revealed. Our quiet life was ove

, linking us irrevocably to a corrupt politician who wanted Ben dead. This wasn't some fantasy hero journey;

on our rug, a terrifying question formed in my mind: if