Chapter 80

Maeve's POV

I stayed by the kitchen window, staring out at the hollow, vacant sky. There were no stars, no moon—just a vast, ink-black expanse that felt uncomfortably like a mirror of my own soul.

The world outside was quiet, but inside my head, the noise of the day was still screaming.

"Mae," Aunt Clara’s voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to pull me back from the edge of the void.

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