26 bab Bersambung Growing up on our little farm in the late 1960s, life's pretty simple-too simple, if you ask me. I'm twelve years old, and every day's the same: trudging through the fields with my dad, feeding the animals, watching the dust settle on everything we own. It's stifling, like the air's pressing down on me, and all I can think about is escaping to town where my friends are-where there's noise and laughter and something more than this endless quiet. But lately, things have been getting strange. The water in the buckets ripples when I walk by, gusts of wind kick up out of nowhere, and the animals-cows, horses, even the chickens-stare at me with these knowing eyes that send chills down my spine. I don't know what's happening, but it's like the world's whispering secrets I can't quite hear. Then the worst hits: my older brother, David, dies in Vietnam. It's a punch to the gut, leaving me drowning in grief and questions, and that's when I start noticing these powers-things I can do that don't make sense, like maybe I could turn back time and bring him home. The more I dig into what's inside me, though, the more I realize there's something bigger out there-a truth that stretches way beyond our crumbling farm, and it's pulling me toward it whether I'm ready or not.