Trinity’s POV
Their words hit closer to home than I cared to admit.
I had literally been thinking the exact same thing during the attack. Wondering if I was cursed, and if danger followed me like some sort of supernatural magnet?
Hearing those words thrown in my face by my cousins, twisted into an accusation that I was somehow complicit in the violence that seemed to surround me—that was different.
But what if my parents died because of me? Because it seemed like what they were hinting at. That I brought the tragedy upon them because they loved me, and I always did.
I buried the thought deep in the back of my mind, where I had buried some of the memories that I was still not ready to open up and the emotions I wasn’t ready to process. Maybe that’s why I was unhealed too.
I looked a
