Chapter 39
Mira’s POV
The house was too quiet after Sophia left. I could still hear the faint echo of her voice gushing about wedding
details, but it felt distant–like a bad memory I wanted to forget. The missing amulet weighed heavily on my mind. It was a constant reminder that something wasn’t right.
After dinner, I went upstairs, hoping to clear my head. But no amount of pacing or flipping through channels helped. The unease only grew. I needed to talk to my mother. She would know what to do.
I found her in the kitchen, washing dishes, her back turned to me. For a moment, I hesitated. Would she believe me? But I couldn’t keep this to myself any longer.
“Mom?” My voice came out shaky.
She turned, wiping her hands on a towel, concern flashing in her eyes. “What is it, sweetheart? You look pale.”
“I… I lost the amulet,” I blurted out, my heart racing. “The one the old woman gave me.”
Her face went white. The towel slipped from her hands and landed on the floor. “What did you say?” she whispered, as if saying it louder would make it real.
. “It’s gone,” I repeated, my throat tight. “I think someone took it while I was sleeping.”
“No,” she breathed, shaking her head. “That is impossible. We would have heard something. No one came
into the house last night.”
“I swear, Mom. I had this dream–or maybe it wasn’t a dream. There was someone in my room. I couldn’t move. And when I woke up, the amulet was gone.”
She sank into a chair, her hands trembling. “Mira, you don’t understand. That amulet was your protection. Without it, Aaron can find you. We haven’t done the ritual yet. You are vulnerable.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I knew the amulet was important, but this… this was worse than I
imagined.
“I know,” I said softly. “That is why I am telling you. What do we do?”
Footsteps echoed from the hallway, and my father appeared in the doorway, his expression stern. “What’s going on?”
“Mira lost the amulet,” my mother said, her voice hollow. “She thinks someone took it.”
My father frowned, crossing his arms. “That can’t be right. I checked all the locks last night. There was no
intruder.”
“But it’s gone,” I insisted. “I searched everywhere.”
He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Alright. Let’s check your room again. Maybe it fell off somewhere.”
I led them upstairs, my heart pounding in my chest. We tore through my room, searching every inch. Drawers, under the bed, even inside my pillowcase. Nothing.
My father’s jaw tightened. “It’s not here.”
“What do we do now?” I asked, panic creeping into my voice.
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“We go back to the old woman,” he said firmly. “She’ll have a solution. But we need to leave now?
Relief flooded through me, mixed with a heavy dose of anxiety. If anyone could help, it was her
“Get dressed,” my father ordered. “We don’t have time to waste.”
I nodded and hurried to grab my jacket. My mother stopped me before I reached the door
“Mira,” she said softly, “please don’t tell Sophia. She doesn’t know that you are adopted, and we can’t drag her into this. It’s too dangerous.”
“I won’t,” I promised. “She won’t find out.”
We piled into the car, and my father drove like a man possessed. The trees blurred past the windows, a dark green smear against the evening sky. My mother kept glancing back at me, her face pinched with worry
The road twisted and turned, familiar yet somehow ominous. I clenched my hands in my lap, trying to steady my breathing. We were going to fix this. We had to.
But then I saw it.
A truck.
It appeared out of nowhere, barreling toward us on the narrow road. My heart leapt into my throat.
“Dad!” I screamed.
He swerved, trying to avoid it. “What the hell? This is a one–way street!”
The truck didn’t slow. There was no time to think, no time to react.
The impact hit us hard, metal crunching against metal. The car spun wildly, a blur of motion and sound. My mother’s scream pierced the air, sharp and terrified.
Everything slowed.
I felt weightless, floating as the car flipped. Glass shattered around me, cutting through the air like deadly shards. The world tilted, and I lost all sense of up and down.
Then, silence.
I opened my eyes–or maybe I didn’t. I couldn’t tell. There was only darkness. A vast, empty void that stretched endlessly in every direction.
I tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy, disconnected from my body. Panic surged through me, but even that felt distant, muted.
Was this death?
Time didn’t exist here. Nothing did. Just the cold, all–consuming darkness.
I was alone.
And then, slowly, the void began to shift. The darkness pressed in closer, wrapping around me like a shroud.
I floated, weightless and lost, as the world faded away.
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