Upon entering my room, I hurried to the bathroom to be to throw up, tears streaming down my face. Perhaps it was due to my lack of rest that I was experiencing such vivid visions, but it felt far too real—the cries echoed in my mind. I could still hear Gideon's voice calling out, "Luna, please come tell me what's wrong."
I felt compelled to share this with Drew, yet I worried he might think I was losing my mind. However, I couldn't simply dismiss it; it was as if the children were pleading for help. Uncontrollable tears continued to flow down my cheeks.
After I composed myself, I washed my face and returned to my room, where I found Gideon anxiously speaking on the phone. "She just came out, here Luna," he said, having called Drew.
As soon as I picked up the phone, I was met with Drew's
