Sophia
Inside my chest, something darker than grief stirs. Hannah's been quiet since we found Anson convulsing, but her silence carries the weight of storms gathering on horizons—pressure building until the sky splits open and drowns everything beneath.
The cottage reeks of swamp rot and something worse—corruption that's been festering in Anson's blood for seven years, growing strong on guilt and self-loathing. Opal works over him with mountain magic that makes the air taste of copper and old bone, but whatever Allura planted keeps digging deeper, roots spreading through organs that were never meant to house such darkness.
He deserves this. Hannah's voice erupts from the grief cave, and the rage in it makes my bones ache. Let it tear him apart from inside. Let him feel what he made m
