CHAPTER FORTY TWO - ONE GRANDMOTHER DOWN

WILLIAMS’ POV

The warehouse door clanged shut behind me, echoing in the cavernous space like a gunshot. My breaths came in ragged gasps, the weight of the revelations pressing down on me like a physical burden. I needed air, space to think, to process the whirlwind that had just ripped through my life.

Stepping into the cool night, I fumbled for my phone, its familiar weight grounding me momentarily. With trembling fingers, I dialed Jason's number. It rang once, twice, before a weak voice answered.

"Hey, Jason," I said, my voice thick with emotion.

A tired chuckle came through the receiver. "Williams? You alright, man? Still recovering from that whole…well, whatever it was."

I closed my eyes, picturing Jason hooked up to machines, his normally vibrant face pale. "Yeah, I'm alive," I managed. "Listen, I…" My voice caught in my throat. How could I explain this, the shattering of reality, the sudden urge to chase a ghost across a world I didn't know existed?

"There's something I have to