After Marcel left with Skylar in the ambulance, Jenna anxiously waited for his return. The clock had already struck midnight, and the silence of the night only heightened her unease. "He promised me he would come back," Jenna murmured, clutching a pillow tightly to her chest. Her body was exhausted, and she found herself stifling yawns.
Determined to stay awake, Jenna shook her head, trying to ward off the fatigue. The events of the day weighed heavily on her mind—it was supposed to be the first day of their honeymoon, yet it had turned into a nightmare.
Skylar's unexpected appearance in the same forest, at the exact same time, filled Jenna with a deep sense of unease. Something about Skylar didn’t sit right with her, and the coincidence felt more than just unsettling.
"Why can't Marce
