Stella paced the cramped room inside the police station, her mind swirling with worry and frustration. The news of Emma's condition had shaken her to the core. It was one thing to deal with the chaos and mystery surrounding the massacres and the ghost walker, but now her own daughter was caught in something dark, something that felt beyond her control.
When Inspector Josh had come to her earlier, his face grim and voice low, telling her about Emma's disturbing behavior in the prison, Stella had felt a wave of panic. Seeing ghosts? Daydreaming so intensely that she was barely aware of reality? It was unlike anything Emma had ever experienced before. It made no sense, but nothing had made sense since the massacres had begun.
