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Chapter 7

Penulis: Staecy
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Luna

I sat in the back of the classroom, my fingers curled around the pen, staring at the barely legible notes in my journal. The words blurred together, their meaning lost in the fog of my mind. School had resumed for me, but nothing felt the same. My mother was gone, and my father—though physically present—felt more like a shadow than the man who had once been my anchor.

Camille sat beside me, a reassuring presence, but even her company couldn’t ease the weight pressing on my chest.

Whispers rippled through the room. I didn’t have to strain to hear them. Silverwoods High thrived on gossip, and my sudden return after my mother’s death made me the unwilling center of attention. It wasn’t just the looks people gave me—it was the hushed voices in the hallways, the way conversations fell silent whenever I walked by.

Then there was Rena Trevor.

A new student. Dressed in dark, gothic attire, she was nothing like the rest of Silverwoods High’s usual crowd. She was quiet, her presence unsett
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