CATRIONA

The room was quiet, but I wasn’t. Inside, I was shaking.

I stared at Jayden, who now slept like nothing happened—as if the spirits hadn’t just used his body like a damn vessel. I pressed my hand to my mouth to keep from crying out.

My chest ached. My mind raced.

They’d spoken.

And they were getting desperate.

I climbed out of bed slowly, careful not to wake him. My legs were shaky. My heartbeat a mess.

"Reach us," they’d said.

But how?

Was it really only through death?

I paced across the room, arms wrapped tightly around my body, staring at the floor like it held answers. My...