Calvin awoke to the tantalizing aroma wafting from the kitchen, a scent that promised a morning filled with warmth and comfort. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he followed the scent, his stomach rumbling in anticipation. Stepping into the kitchen, he found his younger sister, Lizzie, already busy at the stove, a mischievous glint in her eyes."Morning, sleepyhead," Lizzie greeted, flashing a playful grin as she flipped a pancake with practiced ease.Calvin smiled, the corners of his lips curling up in response to her infectious energy. "Morning, Liz. What's cooking?"Lizzie chuckled, her movements graceful as she continued her culinary dance. "Just your favorite – pancakes with maple syrup."Calvin's brows furrowed slightly at the mention of the party. "Are you feeling better now?" he asked, concern lacing his words. "You mentioned having a stomachache yesterday."Lizzie waved a dismissive hand, her laughter tinkling like wind chimes in the morning breeze. "Oh, I'm all good now. Just

Minutes passed, though it felt like hours. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, the sores on James's skin began to shrink and fade. The pallor of his skin started to improve, and his breathing grew a bit stronger, more even. Miranda let out a small gasp, her hands flying to her mouth in astonishment."It's working," she whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Oh my God, it's working!"Calvin didn't respond, his focus entirely on James. He continued to channel his energy, willing the man's body to heal, to fight off the illness that had ravaged it. Gradually, the foul odor began to dissipate, replaced by the faint, fresh scent of healing.Finally, Calvin withdrew his hands, opening his eyes to survey his work. James looked markedly better, though still weak and in need of rest. Calvin turned to Miranda, who was now openly weeping with relief."He's not out of the woods yet," Calvin cautioned, his voice gentle. "But he's much better than he was. He needs rest and care, but I believ

As Calvin turned to leave, he felt Alana's eyes boring into his back, a mixture of suspicion and jealousy swirling in their depths. He braced himself for her next words, knowing that their encounter was far from over."You seem to have had an enjoyable night last night," Alana said, her voice laced with a hint of bitterness. "Was it with Christina?"Calvin stopped in his tracks, his jaw tightening at the accusation in her tone. "My personal life is none of your concern, Alana," he replied evenly, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a detailed response.With that, he resumed his departure, his steps purposeful and resolute. But before he could reach the door, Alana intercepted him, her expression suddenly earnest."Wait, Calvin," she said, her voice softer now, lacking the edge from before.Calvin turned to face her, his patience wearing thin. "What now, Alana?" he asked, his tone tinged with frustration.Alana took a deep breath, her gaze searching his face for any sign of relent

Calvin stood up, surveying his wardrobe for the perfect suit to wear to the grand opening. He selected a sleek, tailored dark blue suit that exuded both sophistication and subtle authority. After carefully dressing, he adjusted his tie, ensuring that every detail was impeccable. The reflection staring back at him in the mirror was one of determination and resolve.Despite his outward composure, Calvin felt a knot of reluctance tightening in his stomach. He had little desire to attend the event, but he had another, more pressing reason to be there—a purpose that transcended mere social obligations. Tonight, he needed to uncover certain truths and leverage his newly enhanced abilities.Moments later, fully prepared, Calvin grabbed his car keys from the dresser. As he exited his room, Lizzie was waiting in the hallway, her eyes filled with concern."Calvin," she said softly, "are you sure you don't want me to come with you? I can help, or at least keep you company."Calvin gave her a rea

As they walked through the grand, elegantly decorated hall, Alana glanced at Calvin, her expression apologetic. The ambient light from the chandeliers cast a soft glow on her face, highlighting the worry lines etched on her forehead. "I'm really sorry about that. You already know how they are," she said, her voice tinged with regret.Calvin gave her a reassuring smile, though his eyes held a hint of old pain. "They are just like you, before our divorce."Alana winced slightly, her eyes reflecting a mix of guilt and sorrow. "Calvin…"“I’m just saying,” Calvin replied, his tone gentle but firm. He didn’t want to reopen old wounds, but the truth was unavoidable.They continued walking and soon reached a group of well-dressed individuals, their attire reflecting the opulence of the event. The group was engrossed in an animated discussion about the latest advancements in pharmaceuticals. The air was filled with a sense of importance and innovation, and the attendees’ conversations were pun