.. Katrina pov
Stacy? What is going on?”
His words barely reached me. It was as if he were speaking to me from the bottom of a deep well, his voice muffled by a thick, suffocating wall of sudden panic. The world around me began to tilt, losing its sharp edges. Everything felt impossibly distant, the familiar contours of our living room receding into a blurry background.
Instinctively, my hands flew to my stomach, hovering over the fabric of my dress. My palms were sweating, trembling so violently I could barely keep them flat. A strange, icy fear crept into my chest—a fear I didn’t fully understand, yet one that my body seemed to recognize with terrifying certainty. It was an ancient, primal dread.
I glanced toward the grandfather clock in the corner. It was only 7 PM.
Outside the fl
