Tuesday Morning
The dream still clung to Hunter’s skin like ash.
He hadn’t slept after Rachel left. Who could, after that? Her words repeated in his mind like a curse—"Kenzie won't survive it. None of us will."
The vision haunted him. Kenzie drenched in blood. Glowing eyes. A voice whispering her name like it belonged to her.
By the time the sky began to lighten, Hunter was already up, pacing, mind spinning. Something had shifted. He felt it in his bones.
He got to school earlier than usual, unable to shake the gnawing dread in his chest. He needed to see her. Needed to make sure she was really okay—not just because of the vision, not just in theory, but here. Breathing. Whole.
He ducked into the boys’ bathroom first, hoping the icy water might wake him up—snap him out of the fog Rac
