Chapter 115 Before You Fall Too Deep

• The house had settled into silence. That uneasy, stretched-thin stillness that came only after tension had spent the day carving its way through every wall and hallway. Outside, the wind stirred faintly, rustling the leaves like whispers in hiding.
• Zara lay curled on one side of her bed, back to the door, eyes open in the dark. Sleep hadn’t come easy in weeks, but tonight, it felt especially distant. The weight in her chest had grown heavier ever since Imani’s arrival. Her mind buzzed with unanswered questions, and her heart—numb as it had tried to become—still reacted to Regan’s silence.
• Then she heard it.