Marcus Thompson POV
The coffee mug burst in my hands.
Hot liquid splashed across the kitchen table as ceramic pieces spread everywhere. My wife Sarah screamed and jumped back, her eyes wide with fear.
"She was just walking by!" Sarah whispered, pointing at the window where little Emma had been skipping past our house. "The mug just... exploded when she got close!"
I stared at the mess, my heart racing. This was the third time this week. First it was the streetlight that blew out when Emma walked under it. Then Mrs. Peterson's car wouldn't start after Emma said hello to her at the grocery store. Now this.
"We have to do something," Sarah said, taking a towel to clean up the coffee. Her hands were shaking. "This can't keep happening."
