3. Whispers in the Dark

Thu, 21 Aug 2025 08:29:16 +0000

The fog hadn’t lifted by morning, curling through Crescent Bay like it was guarding the town’s secrets. Lila stood on her cottage’s sagging porch, coffee mug in hand, staring at the cliffs that loomed in the distance. They were sharper today, their jagged edges cutting through the mist like a warning. Cade’s words from last night echoed—some things out there don’t come back—and her fingers twitched for her sketchbook, for the symbol she’d seen on his pendant. A crescent moon, split by a jagged line. It had haunted her dreams, and now it felt like a thread she couldn’t stop pulling.