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Sierra’s POV I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, that chilling whisper echoed in my mind. My room felt different—like something had shifted, and not just physically. The sensation of being watched stayed with me, heavy and unsettling. The morning light trickled through my curtains, but it did little to ease my nerves. I got dressed slowly, dragging my feet as I made my way downstairs. Breakfast was a quieter affair, the tension from the night before still lingering. Jayden sat at the table, scrolling through his phone, his expression indifferent. Mrs. Lawrence was cheerful as always, but even she couldn’t mask the underlying tension between us. “Good morning,” I said softly, trying to keep my tone even. Jayden didn’t even look up from his phone. “Morning,” he mutte