I watched James disappear into the night, the weight of his despair hanging in the air long after he was gone. I wanted to follow him, to wrap him in my arms and tell him everything would be okay. But the truth was, I wasn't sure anymore. I could feel the curse tightening its grip on him with each passing day, its dark energy seeping into every corner of our lives. And no matter how much I wanted to be strong for him, to believe that we could beat this, I was terrified.
Terrified of losing him.
Terrified that we'd gone too far down this path, and there was no way out.
