WILLOW'S POV
Chase stared at me like he was seeing me for the very first time. His brows furrowed, confusion and shock blending together on his face.
“So you’re telling me,” he said slowly, his voice rough around the edges, “you’ve been seeing things too? Like... visions? Like me?”
I nodded. “Looks that way.”
For a moment, he just stared at me, and then he laughed quietly — but it wasn’t a happy laugh. It sounded tired, almost disbelieving. “I can’t believe this,” he muttered. “I’ve spent years thinking I was losing my mind… and now I’m sitting here with someone who actually understands it.” He rubbed a hand across his jaw and shook his head, still trying to process it all. Then his eyes lifted to mine, curious and searching. “Did you ever… I don’t know… try to do anything about it? Fi
