Wil sat frozen, still processing the weight of Dr. Mac's words. The revelation that his most guarded secret—his time travel—was known, left him shaken to his core. His mind buzzed with questions, but none more urgent than the one he'd been avoiding for so long: "Why did I travel back five years when I died that day?"
Dr. Mac seemed to read his thoughts as she stood up, leaving her untouched plate of food as if the meal had been irrelevant from the beginning. She gave him a long, measured look, one that seemed to pierce through his defenses.
"You seem shocked, Wil," she said, her voice calm but layered with meaning. "I know more than you think."
Wil's heart raced. He had spent so long keeping his abilities and his strange fate a secret, not even fully understanding it himself. And now, this woman—this stranger—knew it all. "How…?" His voice cracked slightly as he fought to regain his composure. "How do you know? And why did I go back in time when I died? What happened?"
