The days after Marisol’s cryptic warning felt heavier than ever. The air was thick with tension, each person in the cabin walking on fragile ground, as if every moment might shatter into something bigger, something far more dangerous. Claire kept to herself, withdrawn and brooding, her thoughts a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She was torn between the pain of her jealousy, the confusion of her feelings for Ethan, and the gnawing suspicion that Marisol was right. That she wasn’t ready for any of this.
But that didn’t mean Claire was going to back down. No, not now. Not when she felt like everything was slipping through her fingers.
She had spent the morning in the woods, pacing the narrow trails, trying to clear her head. The cold air stung her skin, but it didn’t matter. She couldn’t
