Makenna’s POV.

Three days later…

I sat in my room, staring blankly at my laptop screen. The cursor blinked tauntingly, a constant reminder of my inability to write anything coherent. My mind was a storm of emotions, and the chaos made it impossible to focus.

I tried to take a deep breath, but it felt like my chest was bound by invisible chains, each breath shallow and unsatisfying. The argument with my family replayed in my mind, their accusatory voices echoing in my ...