Chapter 64

• Chloe’s POV:
• The past few days had been... off. Cece wasn’t talking much.For days now, she’d been quieter than usual, moving like a ghost in our shared apartment. Her footsteps were lighter, her eyes distant, and even her morning coffee, her one sacred ritual, remained half-sipped and forgotten on the kitchen counter. She was withdrawn, her eyes hollowed by something she wasn’t saying.
• I knew something was eating her alive.