Jeramaine’s POV
The heat was suffocating.
I sat on the couch, shirt clinging to my skin as I stared at the television. The news anchor’s voice droned on, tense but controlled.
“Reports confirm that global temperatures have surged drastically within the last several hours, with no clear explanation from meteorologists. Climate experts warn that if this continues, we may be facing an unprecedented drought. Governments worldwide are issuing emergency advisories—”
I muted the TV. I didn’t need to hear any more because this wasn’t a freak heatwave. It wasn’t a climate disaster. It was Oriana.
My grip tightened around my phone, waiting, trying to believe that there was a chance that Oriana had already returned but something felt wrong.
My phone screen was smudged from the number of times
