FAYE
I sat curled on the couch in my room, my knees pulled tight against my chest, my eyes staring blankly at the far wall.
The day had been a storm I couldn’t seem to step out of, and even now, wrapped in the silence of my room, the echoes refused to fade.
The video. Gerald displaying pure hatred...he's evil. Maya's involvement. Gerald's meltdown when the mask finally cracked and he realized he didn’t need to pretend anymore. It all replayed in my head like a cruel memory that refused to blur.
And then… Alexander.
I pressed my forehead against my knees and shut my eyes, but it didn’t stop the image from flashing again—the moment his eyes turned into red. I could still feel the chill that had swept across the room when it happened. It hadn’t just been anger. No, anger I could underst
