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The wind howled through the canyon, its voice a hollow whisper against the towering blackened archway. The symbols carved into the stone pulsed like dying embers, the deep red glow sinking into the rock as though the mountain itself bled in slow, agonizing drips. Rael forced himself to stand, his fingers tightening around the book as the last traces of the Hollowed One’s wail faded into silence. His heart pounded against his ribs, the burning sensation in his mind slowly ebbing, but the weight of the encounter remained, pressing against his chest like an unshakable omen.

The following day while Jade was having her rounds and was in Jason's room, Tyler came in. Silence enveloped the room the moment she saw him come in. "How is my son doctor," Tyler asked to strike a conversation with Jade but he sounded aloof and distant. Jade stared back at Tyler with her indifferent face that utterly irritated Tyler. "As the pediatrician told you yesterday, he has a hole in the heart. We are still observing if he needs surgery," she explained. "I'll take my leave Mr. Zimmerman," she said with a professional tone as if they have never shared an intimate relationship before.

“I’ll get a ride from someone else. Or I can just call a taxi. That would have been the smart thing to do anyway. I can be so silly sometimes. If I just took a minute to think things through instead of being so impulsive, I’d figure a lot out much quicker. The only time I really focus like that is when I’m writing, but it’s so much easier to just get lost in those fantasies. Or baking! Baking is even better. And, shit, I’m rambling. I’ll just go now.” I forced a chuckle at the end of that. When he didn’t respond, eyes boring into me, I stepped off the porch and tossed a hasty goodnight over my shoulder. A block away from his house I stumbled and barely caught myself. I realized that the pain

I asked, my voice smaller than I wanted it to be, smaller than I had intended it to sound in front of the people I most needed to trust me steady. “That is what the fragment does not say,” Ysolde admitted, her fingers hovering over the page as though she could coax more meaning from it by touch alone. “But it does say the Hollow was never dangerous because of what it was. It was dangerous because of what wanted in.” I sat with that for a long moment, the fire in the hearth popping softly while the words rearranged everything I thought I understood about my own blood, about the nights I had spent believing myself the last line of defense against something monstrous rather than something else

The room spun around him. He frantically rummaged through every item but came up empty. I hadn't taken a single thing he had given me. I had only taken what was rightfully mine. The realization struck him like a blow. He crumpled to the floor, completely shattered. He called my friends in a panic, but no one knew where I had disappeared to. I had slipped away, leaving no sign behind. Harrison suddenly realized that I was completely gone from his life. Following a sleepless night, he found himself speeding toward the hospital with Kate for her prenatal appointment.

In the end, the perfect husband and father Stan and I were so proud of was a phony, and the love he showed us was a lie. The only truth was this deceitful plot he maintained for six years, ending with a meticulously staged car accident to take away my son's heart. Nonetheless, my consciousness blurred as the sedative flowed through my veins. I could feel the icy touch of machines digging inside my body, giving me more nightmares. There was only pitch-blackness where my son stood, an emptiness in his chest where his heart should have been. He was reaching toward me, screaming, "Mommy! It hurts so much!"

He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back. The crowd's stares seared my skin. I forced myself upright, my knees trembling so violently I could hardly stand. … Back home, I headed straight for Ryan's study. I keyed in Olivia's birthday and heard the safe click open. I braced myself for whatever I might uncover. To my surprise, I felt nothing at all. Inside, there were no treasures, just a single document. I pulled it out. Even after everything that had happened, seeing the proof with my own eyes still made my chest tighten, as if an old wound had been torn open again.

Jade The Hollow was not a place. It was the negative space between realities, the echo of every story left unfinished, every promise whispered and almost broken. It breathed in the dark and shimmered at the edge of memory, waiting for someone brave—or desperate—enough to cross its threshold. It was a feeling—weightless, endless, memory-drenched and constantly shifting. Sometimes it felt like falling through water and sometimes like standing in sunlight that never quite warmed the skin. Time here was elastic, stretched thin over the bones of longing.

It lingered in the darkness but seemed to be getting worse with each step I took. Then I heard it. It was like death themselves was waiting to impale my heart with their scythe. When I saw them in the room through the ajar door, it felt like death's scythe ripped through my heart and pulled it out of my throat. The sight of Ash with her….

I tried to reason with everyone. “Let me handle this.” Hayden said as she stepped forward away from those who had crowded her. “You say you love me and make these promises to me, but right now, I feel like they are empty promises. Even if you were trying to keep me safe, I deserved the right to know that my fiancé wasn’t lying in a bed on the verge of death.” “I know, and I am sorry.” I stepped forward but paused when I heard a gunshot.