(Aaron's POV)
I came to fix everything.
But I'm useless. I can't even protect her when she needs me.
Two Hours Earlier
The dining room is filled with laughter. Cruel and sharp, like glass breaking over and over.
I stand in the doorway, watching Sanya dance in that ridiculous costume. The oversized shoes. The painted smile. The orange wig sliding sideways on her head.
I try to move forward. Try to reach her.
My hand passes through the doorframe like smoke.
No.
I look down at myself. My body flickers. Transparent. Fading in and out like a candle in the wind.
My time is running out.
"Sanya," I try to call out, but no sound comes. My voice is gone. Stolen by whatever force is pulling me toward the next world.
She stumbles. Catches herself. Keeps dancing.
I move closer. Reach for h
