Chapter Forty-Six
The darkness of the bedroom became my only shield. I stayed huddled under the heavy blankets for hours, curled into a tight ball, refusing to move even when the room grew freezing cold. My eyes were swollen, and my throat burned from crying so hard. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard Clara's cruel laughter and her terrifying words about the northern run being a bloodbath. I felt so small, so weak, and so utterly alone.
Without Jake’s massive presence to anchor the room, the walls felt like they were slowly pressing in on me. I stared at the faint glow of the moon slicing through the gap in the curtains, casting long, skeletal shadows across the floorboards. I was trapped in my own head, drowning in a sea of "what-ifs." What if the club collapsed while he was gone? Wha
