I stood there, staring down at the ancient text, the words blurring together in front of me. The weight of it was suffocating—the weight of responsibility, the weight of the curse, and most of all, the weight of knowing that Aimee was suffering because of me. It had been weeks since I started my search for a way to break the black curse that plagued my family, and in all that time, I had found nothing but dead ends and cryptic riddles.
"Aimee, I can't stop," I muttered under my breath, though I knew she could hear me. I didn't even have to look at her to know she was worried. It was written all over her face. "If I stop… if I don't keep looking… this curse will win. It'll destroy us."
