~ Ophelia’s POV ~
The silence he left behind wasn’t peaceful.
It was loaded.
Heavy.
Like the air after lightning strikes, when the world is waiting to see if the fire catches.
Ryker’s words still echoed in my chest.
“You will be.”
Not a demand.
It's not a threat.
A promise wrapped in a storm.
I sank onto the bed, palms pressed to my face. My hands were trembling. My breath wouldn’t steady.
Even my heartbeat felt wrong, too loud, too uneven, as if it didn’t know which danger to prepare for.
Oswald is alive.
Ryker bleeding.
Liam is somewhere out there.
And a child I never planned for.
My life wasn’t unravelling, it had already unravelled, and I was just now noticing the threads at my feet.
Every thread felt like a warning I ignored. Every choice I’d made suddenly felt borrow
