Delilah knelt beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay, Jayden… It’s not your fault,” she said softly, her tone filled with maternal warmth.

But Jayden shook his head violently, shrugging off her hand. “Don’t you see? It *is* my fault!” he shouted, his voice cracking with rage and despair. He pushed himself out of bed and bolted toward the door, his movements jerky and restless.

“Jayden…” Delilah called after him, her voice laced ...