The following morning dawned with an icy chill, the faint rays of sunlight barely piercing the overcast sky. Scarlett woke up feeling uneasy, the remnants of her dream with the mysterious woman still weighing on her mind. The promise of her extended time until Christmas of her 28th year had brought a sliver of hope, but the ominous warning of a bloodbath and the butterfly effect left her restless.
As she dressed, she thought about the people around her—her family, Daniel, Ethan, and even James. Who would be swept into the chaos? And what role would she play in it?
Scarlett descended the grand staircase, her boots clicking softly against the polished wood. The house was unusually quiet, with most of the staff attending to their tasks in the back wings. She made her way to the dining r
