~Valeria~
The night before you're potentially going to die hits different when your mom shows up at your door holding a box that smells like the father you barely remember.
I was packing my bag for tomorrow, extra clothes, the notebook from Caius, Lysander's teddy bear because apparently I needed emotional support animals now when Mom knocked softly and let herself in without waiting for an answer.
"Valeria," she said. "I need to give you something."
She was holding a cardboard box, old and worn at the edges, with "Alexander - Keep" written on the side in faded marker. My dad's name.
"What is this?" I asked, my hands already reaching for it before my brain caught up.
"Your father's clothes. The ones I couldn't bring myself to throw away." She set the box on my bed, and when she opene
