--------------------------Aubrey’s pov----------------------
I stared at my packed bags sitting on the floor. The sight of them made my stomach twist with dread, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to leave. My heart was heavy, weighed down by too many emotions—grief, guilt, love—and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make sense of any of it. I thought leaving would make it easier, but standing here now, it felt like I was suffocating.
Two days ago, Ryder and I had come back home, bruised and messed up. The cops had called today and they told me Sage’s body had been found. My sister was—dead.
I should have felt something more. Shock. Pain. Something. But all I felt was a strange numbness creeping through me.