As I scan the living room, every detail stands out to me, familiar yet strangely alien. I'm in a place that should feel like home, but the surrounding air is heavy and suffocating. What was once a safe haven for Aamon and me now feels like a prison.
Aamon's hand slips from my shoulder, but I barely register the loss of contact. I'm stuck in a moment back at the Coven house, still reaching for the void where Meredith once was. The necklaces that graced Meredith's neck now dangle from my hand. I clutch them tighter, a desperate plea to keep her spirit close, or better yet, to bring her back, to see her smile one more time.
Silence pervades the penthouse. The only sound is my ragged breathing, each breath echoing the devastation and pain ripping through me. I have to consciously remind myse
