Chapter 106

Harper

The room had gone quiet. Every sound seemed too loud after everything that had just happened: the low hum of the dorm heater, the wind scraping the window, the uneven rhythm of someone’s breathing.

I sat on the edge of my bed, holding the necklace in my palm. It didn’t look like much anymore—just a dull chain with flakes of dried red that refused to fade. But it felt heavier than anything I