AMARA'S POV
I stood there, shaking, staring after her. My throat was dry. My whole body felt numb.
The photos.
The message.
The warning.
Everything came crashing down at once.
The night air felt colder now, the street darker. I could only whisper one thing…
“What the hell is happening?”
Not waiting any longer, I picked up my pace. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to keep moving. I left home to clear my head, but now all I wanted was to lock myself inside my room and never come out. The fear of the unknown crawled up my spine like something alive. I could feel goosebumps rising across my skin.
Finally, I reached our gate and walked in.
“I think it’s time… we ask her…” I heard my mom’s voice immediately. She was whispering again, just like before. It made me stop.
They both
