Rebecca POV

Victoria’s words followed me long after she left, sinking into my bones like a slow poison. The house felt quieter than it ever had, every ticking clock and distant creak mocking the chaos in my mind. I sat alone in the living room, hands clasped so tightly together my fingers ached, staring at nothing while everything replayed itself over and over again.

Because Amelia won’t. She’ll come for you.

I closed my eyes, but it didn’t help. If anything, the memories grew ...