CATRIONA
The room was quiet, but I wasn’t. Inside, I was shaking.
I stared at Jayden, who now slept like nothing happened—as if the spirits hadn’t just used his body like a damn vessel. I pressed my hand to my mouth to keep from crying out.
My chest ached. My mind raced.
They’d spoken.
And they were getting desperate.
I climbed out of bed slowly, careful not to wake him. My legs were shaky. My heartbeat a mess.
"Reach us," they’d said.
But how?
Was it really only through death?
I paced across the room, arms wrapped tightly around my body, staring at the floor like it held answers. My son was in danger. Jayden was a target. And I was caught in the middle of something bigger than I could explain.
And now they wanted me to choose?
Kill him?
I’d die first.
I looked at Jayden agai
