I leave my father's office and head straight for the waterfall.

The morning air is cold. Sharp. It stings my face as I walk through the forest, but I don't care. I need the cold. Need something to cut through the fog in my head.

'Go,' Finn says quietly in my mind. 'Go to the waterfall.'

I don't argue. The waterfall is the only place that makes sense right now.

My boots crunch against fallen leaves. The sound is too loud in the silence. Everything feels too loud. My ...