Elsa
I sat under the shower for what felt like an eternity, the water pouring down over me, blending with my tears as I wept. The weight of everything was suffocating, and no matter how hard I tried to hold it together, the grief, the fear, and the anger kept spilling over. Claire’s voice echoed in my mind, her apologies coming in waves.
“If I hadn’t come here, wanting him to claim us, this wouldn’t have happened. I’m so sorry, Elsa,” she repeated over and over, her guilt clear. I cried harder, not because I blamed her, but because I knew how much pain Adam must be in right now.
He wasn’t just losing me; he was losing his sense of control, his ability to protect us. And I needed him to be strong, to stay focused because it was the only way this nightmare would end.
Suddenly, I heard
