Chapter 142: Where To Begin

The tap was dripping behind us in the kitchen. I must’ve not turned it off properly. The sound filled the silence like a metronome for everything neither of us was saying at the moment. Roman hadn’t spoken again since he told me about the curse, and strangely, I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to take his time—whatever time he needed. No rush. No pressure. Because honestly, I didn’t even know where to begin. A curse? It sounded like something ripped from an old fairy tale or one of those ridiculous documentaries about haunted families. It made no sense. I didn’t believe in curses. I never had. There had to be a reason behind all this—something logical, something explainable. Curses don’t just appear out of nowhere, choosing a single bloodline to torment. And then have a loophole in the long run. If this so-called curse was real, then Emily shouldn’t exist. She’s five. She laughs like a bell, cries like she means it, and lives like she has no idea the world ever held darkness. Her bigg