Scarlett hadn’t been able to shake the heaviness in her chest since waking up that morning. The past few days felt surreal—her mother decorating for Christmas, Daniel teasing her about everything under the sun, and now this undeniable sense that she was being watched. It was hard to reconcile this version of her life with the whirlwind of chaos and tragedy she had lived through before being sent back.
Now she was 18 again, thrust into a time when things were supposed to be simple. But simplicity was an illusion. Scarlett knew the danger that loomed ahead. Somewhere out there, James was alive, and the seeds of betrayal were already taking root.
“Come on, Scar, move it!” Daniel’s voice cut through her thoughts. He was halfway down the stairs, holding the door open for her.
“Hold on!” she
