Cecilia 's pov
I stumbled through the darkness, every step shaky and unsure.
In my rush to chase after Harper, I hadn’t even thought to grab a flashlight.
Thankfully, the moon was bright enough that my eyes slowly adjusted.
I could just make out the shapes of cracked headstones and mossy angel statues rising from the weeds.
"Harper! Stop! Please!" I shouted at the shadowy figure ahead. "Let’s go back!"
I’d been running too long. And being pregnant wasn’t helping.
My chest ached. My lungs burned. My legs felt like they barely belonged to me.
Finally, I stopped and pressed my hand against the nearest column to steady myself.
That’s when I looked down and froze.
It wasn’t a column.It was a gravestone.
Old, chipped, and leaning at an angle, half-buried in the
