CATRIONA
I stood frozen in horror, my heart thundering as I stared at Jayden’s motionless body sprawled across the floor. Legs shaky, I rushed to his side and knelt beside him, gently shaking his body.
“Jayden…” I whispered, my voice trembling.
But he didn’t move. He didn’t blink.
The stillness of his form shattered me. What’s happening to us? Why does it feel like we’re taking turns falling into some shadowy world of senselessness?
I forced myself to breathe, to gather what little strength I had. Nothing is wrong, I told myself. He’s going to be fine. This has nothing to do with me being cursed or unlucky. I won’t panic—not now. Not when he needs me.
But even as I tried to be brave, tears slipped down my cheeks. Why did everyone who claimed to care for me make me feel like a walkin
