Chapter 43: The Space Between Lifetimes

Gray’s POV Darkness used to mean nothing. In the beginning, it wasn’t painful or peaceful. It was just… emptiness. A weightless void without color or shape. Time blurred. Memory vanished. It wrapped around him like a cocoon—silent, still, unfeeling. But then… the silence began to pulse. At first, it was faint. A flicker in his chest. A vibration beneath skin he could no longer feel. Then—names. Voices. Familiar and distant, like echoes underwater. Isabel. His sister’s fierce, loyal cadence. Vivienne. His mother’s warmth, an ache laced in every syllable. Charles. His father—strong, steady, unspoken grief woven through his name. Zach. His brother in all but blood. Dr. Levin. Dr. Andres. They whispered along the edges of the abyss, tethering him to the surface. But then—her voice c