The Conjuring. Grin Hilda pov

It had been two weeks since I left the mansion. Two weeks of emptiness, of feeling like the ground beneath me had crumbled into nothingness. I had nowhere to go, no one to turn to. The house I had once considered a fortress of security had become nothing but a tomb of lost dreams. Now, only Sebastian, his family, and the few remaining workers loyal to Gilmore still occupied that grand estate, their whispers likely filling the empty hallways, speaking of betrayal, loss, and death.

And Mason...he was gone.

His death was the worst of it all. The most unforgivable.

We had a plan, a future. It wasn't perfect, but it was ours. One way or another, I had always believed he would get out of prison, and when that day came, we would leave everything behind. It didn't matter how—we just would. That was the promise we made, the quiet understanding we shared in those stolen moments before he was taken away.