At seventeen, Sia felt the weight of the world pressing down on her, each day a struggle against an unseen force determined to crush her spirit. The vibrant energy she once carried into her teenage years had dulled, replaced by a heavy, suffocating sense of loss. Her grandmother had vanished a year ago, disappearing into the shadows of the town, and the whispers had come thick and fast, sharp as dangers.
"Witch's child!" they hissed as she passed casting dark glances filled with blame and fear. "it's her fault. She's cursed!"
But Sia ignored their venomous whispers, hardening her heart against their accusations to pierce her already fragile spirit. Instead, she clung fiercely to the hope of finding her grandmother-and perhaps even Kai. Each day, she made the familiar trek to the police station, her heart racing with a cocktail of hope and dread.
