The morning after her encounter with the mysterious woman felt heavier than usual. Scarlett sat by her window, staring out at the frost-covered lawn, her mind replaying the cryptic words spoken to her. The good news had brought some comfort, but the bad news lingered like a shadow, gnawing at her thoughts. The warning about masks and chaos sent shivers down her spine. Who could she trust?
She rubbed her temples, trying to shake off the unease. The woman had said her daughter would be born again, but with a different father. The thought left her reeling. Scarlett had no idea how to process it. Was the father someone she already knew? Or a stranger yet to enter her life? And the bloodbath she had mentioned—it felt inevitable, looming over her like a storm cloud.
Scarlett’s chest tighte
