"Baby stop running, please, look, it's alright I promise". Her sweet voice calmed me down, perhaps there's nothing to worry about. I looked into her eyes and could see the purple symbols see wanted me to see. They were miniscule, and looked like slim lightning bolts. "It happened this morning, after an accident at work, ever since then, I can do what you saw". I started hyperventilating. It was freaky as fuck, and her eyes made my back hair stand up. I accepted her explanation irregardless of my initial shock, after all our daughter would come back from school soon, I didn't want her to feel like something was wrong, We mutually agreed not to tell her anything for the time being.

Lying in bed we agreed on the abundance of possibilities opening up with these new found telekinetic powers. House chores could happen automatically and in minutes. Heck, even superheroing around the neighborhood was on the table.

The next couple of days were a joy, the house was cleaning itself, food preparing itself, and the trash ready to be collected right next to the door on its own (we actually had to take it out manually, a trash bag flying around the neighborhood wouldn't be of any help to us keeping this a secret. It was still a chore for me, but still, it was nothing in comparison to all the other things that we were getting for it. We had a lot of extra free time to enjoy ourselves and our family.

On the third day, as I was taking out the trash and heading for the car Mr. Constance, the neighboor next door, shouted for me. I got in to his porch and I could see the lock of his door being broken. "Somebody got in last night, house is a mess, me and Ginny stayed at her brother's place after going to the concert across town, too drunk to drive. Did you hear anything last night?". I legitimately hadn't, so I let him know. "What about these cameras you have over your garage, could it perhaps have caught something", there was hope in his expression and I didn't wanna ruin it by telling him they've probably been off for a while now. Although it was worth a shot, it was recording his porch on the upper left corner of the picture frame, so if it was working I had to check it and give it to the cops. "I'll check it and let you know Mr. Constance. Say hi to Ginny for me". "Thank you, my boy".
I headed back to the house, kissing my wife as she was leaving for the lab. "What was that about?" she asked after seeing my chat with Mr. Constance. "Oh nothing, just those trash cans again, and the spacing, ridiculous every time." For some reason I didn't feel the need to tell her. I entered back at the house. I was all alone, and headed for my office. We had two cameras one in our front porch and one overlooking our side garage door, it was that one that could have any evidence on the break-in. The cameras were feeding to one an online platform, there's no chance I could actually remember the passwords. Started looking at drawers and old folders from my library, felt stupid when I just retried the usual password and it was that one. Our daughter's birthday.

Found last night's log. And yes the perpetrator's visible. But to be honest it is kinda worthless. Black clothes, black full-face mask. Not much to go on, but I'll show it to Constance. Then right there in the corner of my eye I caught that online storage was about to refresh, it did so every 12 days. Checked yesterday's in the hopes of witnessing my wife's composure after she came home from work yesterday. Nothing. Simple and calm as usual. That's weird.
Shouldn't she be different, I mean she has something strange and extraordinary happening to her right now, is that the way she's handling it? I started browsing day by day going back for anything suspicious looking. 12 days back, the oldest file, front porch view, I can see it clear as day, as she walks out her phone drops and instead of hitting the floor it stop right before impact, and gracefully flying back to her arm. It's not a surprise to her clearly, she's done this before, there's something she's hiding. It's obvious she lied about the timing of the power's origins. Why would she lie, and how should I handle this?

I don't have to answer the question for myself. No need to formulate a gameplan.

As I open the door to my office, she's standing right outside, eyes full of purple glow this time, face full of rage and annoyance.

She lifts her palm aiming at me.

"You had to look."

And then... And then uhhhhh, what was I saying?