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Hazel witnessed something unimaginable, an experience that defied the norms of human understanding. Though she survived the trauma, the aftermath left her heart shattered. Cursing herself every time she looked at Wyatt, she wrestled with the paradox of living under the roof of someone who desired her death.

She started to believe Dimitry's words about Wyatt protecting her, but Wyatt's own words echoed relentlessly in her mind day and night.

"It's because of Dimitry that I'm alive in this house."

It had been two days since she had left her room. Everyone else had come to check on her except Wyatt.

Wyatt punishes himself through grueling exercises and long runs as if trying to physically distance himself from the guilt that weighed on him. Hazel, on the other hand, sat alone in the middle of the bed, a journal in hand. She intended to pour her feelings onto the pages, but the overwhelming sense of loneliness and suffocation stifled her words.

Hazel heard a gentle knock on her door, prom