Kamrynn’s POV
I folded the last of the twins’ tiny onesies and sighed, pressing my palms against the neatly stacked pile.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake Calvin’s words from my mind.
"Sherelle might still be alive."
The idea itself was ridiculous. Impossible.
I had seen my sister’s mutilated body. I had felt the crushing weight of her loss.
And yet…
A small, desperate part of me wanted to believe it.
What if—?
No.
I clenched my fists, forcing the thought away.
It was wishful thinking. Nothing more.
Even if Sherelle had somehow survived, why had she never come back? Why had she let me suffer?
The ache in my chest deepened, but Aryna’s voice cut through my thoughts.
"Stop torturing yourself, Kamrynn."
I sighed, rubbing my temples.
"You’re worrying over nothing,"
