Isabelle's POV

My consciousness drifted somewhere undefined, a limbo between reality and a dream. Voices, sounds, cold. It could only be death. But the pain was real. The weight in my chest. The white light on the ceiling.

August's voice, close and comforting.

I tried to move, but my body felt like lead, heavy and trapped. My body responded far too slowly, as if it didn't belong to me. The memories came rushing back without warning: the hole in the ground, the smell of dirt, Carl's cruel l