Chapter 65

Elodie’s POV

The next morning comes with a dull ache behind my eyes. I barely slept. The memory of last night plays in loops, each detail sharper than I want it to be. My father’s death, Kiernan’s confession, the voice on the phone. It feels like everything I thought I knew about my life is crumbling quietly, piece by piece.

When I finally drag myself out of bed, the house is already awake. Voices