They Said I Was Crazy

He had only touched a steel plate. Why had he seen those lines? Why could he read the weak points in a structure? Why had that shove felt like he somehow already knew where the metal would fall? "You're awake." A stranger stood in the doorway: short hair, black coat, press credential hanging from her neck. Her name was Lucy Harper, one of the most fearless field reporters in Briar Harbor. "I'm not here to hurt you," she said, setting a recorder on the table. "I'm here to ask what you actually saw last night." "I saw people about to get crushed," Noah said. "Then I moved the steel." Lucy held his gaze, measuring him. "Do you know what the official story is?" "Industrial accident."