Aimee's POV
The air felt thick with anticipation, every breath I took heavy with the weight of what was to come. James had been unusually quiet since our last conversation. His eyes betrayed his thoughts, though—he was preparing for something far bigger than any of us could have imagined. Emily. Her name alone sent a shiver down my spine. But I couldn't allow fear to dictate our actions anymore. We were done hiding. I was done hiding.
I sat on the porch of the cabin, staring out at the darkened woods. The moon hung high, casting an eerie glow over everything. Somewhere out there, Emily was plotting. She always was. The nightmares had grown more vivid, and it felt like her presence was always lingering just out of reach. I pulled my knees to my chest, hugging them tightly as if it would somehow shield me from the inevitable.
