Luna I sat in my bedroom, staring at the journal in my lap, my fingers absently tracing the edges of the worn leather cover. The words inside meant nothing. I had barely written a word since my mother’s death, and every time I tried, the ink bled into emptiness. The school day had passed in a haze. Camille had stayed by my side, her presence a lifeline, but even she couldn’t break through the fog of grief clinging to me. The whispers about me had continued, but I had long since learned to tune them out. What I couldn’t ignore was Rena Trevor. Something about her unsettled me. She had only been at Silverwoods High for a short time, yet she felt... familiar. It made no sense. I didn’t know her, had never met her before, but the glances she sent my way carried an odd weight, as if she knew something I didn’t. I sighed and closed the journal, setting it aside. The moment I did, a strange sensation prickled at the back of my neck. A whisper—not a voice, but a presence, something uns
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