Chapter 16: CHAPTER SIXTEEN

TRISHA'S POV The moment Oliver left, his words echoed in my head like a slow, painful echo that refused to fade away. My sister is dead. I couldn’t breathe properly. My hands trembled as I sat on the edge of the couch, my mind struggling to wrap around the meaning of what I’d just heard. I didn’t even notice Hendrix sitting beside me until I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Trish,” he said softly, his voice low and soothing. “Hey, look at me.” I turned, and my vision blurred...