She didn't hear Arthur's footsteps behind her. She didn’t hear Dominic rushing into the house. All she could hear was the deafening silence that followed her scream, the haunting sight of her family, and the overwhelming grief that threatened to swallow her whole. Her heart pounded in her chest as she scrambled toward her family. Her hands shook violently as she tried to pull their bodies apart, desperate to find some sign of life. She checked for any pulse, any hint of movement, but the blood was everywhere—drenched into the floor, pooling around their still forms. Her breath came in shallow gasps, and her eyes blurred with tears as she fought to comprehend what was happening.
But then, a small, weak sound—a faint gasp—stopped her cold.
Amara’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with disbel
