Chapter 319: Whispers
The next few days passed in a blur. Abby was recovering physically, her wound healing faster than expected, but there was something else that weighed heavily in the air. Something that neither Remo nor Abby could name, but both could feel.
Abby had noticed the shift in her thoughts. Small things at first—misplaced items, forgotten moments—but it was easy to write off as stress. She was recovering from a traumatic experience after all. She told herself it was normal. But then, the whispers began.
It started as faint murmurs at the edge of her mind, a voice she couldn’t place. A nagging sensation that she wasn’t alone, even when the room was empty. She tried to ignore it, to chalk it up to exhaustion and anxiety, but the voices grew louder with each passing day, their words indistinct but persistent. They spoke to her in moments of silence, a constant, maddening hum.
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection, trying to gather her thoughts. Her face looked pale, her skin almost ghostly under the harsh fluorescent lights. She leaned in closer, scrutinizing her eyes. Had the circles under them always been this dark?
The whispers grew louder.
He’s going to leave you.
Nicole was right. You’re losing him.
Tick tock, Abby. Time’s running out.
Her breath quickened as the words twisted and echoed in her mind. She gripped the sink, forcing herself to breathe, trying to push the voices away, but they clung to her, relentless. She splashed cold water on her face, hoping it would clear her head, but the sensation did little to help.