Sarah's POV
The weight of the truth had finally broken through my adrenaline, leaving me hollow and exhausted. After the horror of the Maxwell video, I couldn't look at the screens anymore. I left the boys huddled around the glowing monitors, their faces illuminated by the blue light of the laptop and the low hum of Ghost’s mechanical keyboard. I retreated to the small bedroom at the end of the hall, sinking into the mattress before I even had the chance to fully process the nightmare we’d just uncovered.
I expected to toss and turn, but my body simply shut down.
I woke to a soft, rhythmic knock on the door. Sunlight was streaming through the gaps in the heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. I reached for my phone on the nightstand and my heart skipped a beat when
