We were on the road to Silverclaw.
The longer the ride dragged on, the quieter everything around me felt, and the louder my thoughts got.
I stared out the window, watching the trees blur into each other like they couldn’t get out of my way fast enough. The sky looked washed out, like it hadn’t fully woken up yet. Or maybe it just didn’t want to look at where we were going either.
Silverclaw.
The name alone made my skin itch.
I was going back.
Back to the place that broke me and buried everything good I had left. I should’ve been more prepared—mentally, emotionally—but how do you prepare for this? For walking back into your own personal hell?
The silence in the car wasn’t helping. My head kept looping the same questions over and over like a broken record.
Was Lilian still alive?
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