Jenny still couldn’t sleep—not after the premonition she had of her sister, Thalia. Every time she closed her eyes, she feared her ability would drag her into another disturbing vision. Since Thalia arrived at the campsite, she had barely replied to Jenny’s messages.

Jenny stood up without checking the time. She wandered out of her bedroom and into the living room, sinking onto the couch, lost in thought.

But then—
Something moved in the corner of the dark room.

Jenny stiffened.

A shadow.
Small.
Shifting.

She grabbed the nearest broom, gripping it tightly as her heart hammered. She followed the movement cautiously, bracing herself for the worst—
An intruder? A thief?

She edged closer.

The shape trembled under a blanket—
A child.

“Greg?” she said, her voice softening instantly.

Her little brother peeked out, eyes wide with fear. Then he rushed to her.

“Sis!” he cried, hugging her tightly.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet? What are you doing here?” she asked, cupping his face. He should’ve been in bed hours ago.

Greg shook his head, trembling.
“I can’t sleep, Sis. They’re talking to me.”

Jenny’s breath caught.
“They?” she whispered. “Who?”

“Will you believe me if I tell you?” he asked, voice unsteady.

Jenny sighed softly, wrapping her arm around him. She led him to the kitchen and sat him down.

“Just tell me,” she said. “I’m here.”

Greg leaned close, voice barely above a whisper.

“I see ghosts.”

Jenny froze.

Greg wasn’t joking—she could see it in his eyes. He was terrified.

She nodded for him to continue.

“Sis, I see restless spirits… souls who can’t find the light.”

Her throat tightened.
Just like me…

“Why are they contacting you?” she asked.

“They want help,” Greg said simply.

Jenny swallowed hard.

“Sis Ellese and Felisa too… They’re asking for help.”

Her blood ran cold.
Ellese and Felisa.
The names echoed in her head like a memory she had buried long ago.

Where had she heard them before?

Then it hit her.
The murders.
The sisters.

“What happened to them?” Jenny whispered. “Are they threatening you?”

“No, Sis,” Greg said, shaking his head. “They’re not angry… They’re lost. Their bodies are still missing.”

Jenny’s arms prickled with goosebumps.

“Who are they?” she asked.

“They’re women… what happened to them is horrible. I keep seeing it in my dreams.” Greg’s lip trembled. “Sis… they said Thalia is in danger.”

Jenny’s heart sank.

Since when did my youngest brother have this ability too?

Greg looked down, voice trembling.
“Sis… Ellese and Felisa want justice. They won’t stop until they get it.”

Jenny clenched her fists.

She had always pretended not to know too much. But she had seen signs long before. She knew the sisters’ murders were no accident. She knew her cousin had ties to a certain organization—one that profited from death, where a phone call could end a life.

She had stayed silent to protect her family.
But maybe karma doesn’t let you hide forever.

“Sis,” Greg whispered, “they warned that if the greed doesn’t stop… more people will die.”

“More victims… are coming.”

Jenny squeezed her eyes shut.
I know.
I know everything I’ve seen—
and everything I failed to stop.

But what can I do? she cried inside.
I’m just an ordinary person.
No power. No influence.
How do I fight something like this?

Tears welled up as she hugged Greg tighter. She didn’t want him—or Thalia, or Ruth—to get dragged into this darkness.

“Sis,” Greg whispered again, “they have a message for you.”

“Who?” her voice cracked.

“Sister Felisa said… ‘Be strong.’”

Jenny nodded weakly. She stood, glancing at the wall clock. Almost midnight—and still no sleep.

Her thoughts drifted to the Fuego family—Ellese and Felisa’s family. A wealthy clan with land, haciendas, power. When the sisters were murdered, chaos erupted. Rumors spread like wildfire.

Some blamed Benedict Fuego’s business rivals.
Some whispered darker things.
Some even believed Benedict himself had killed both his wives—including the sisters’ mother.

And now the entire family was spiraling.

Jenny knew too much.
And she had ignored too much.

If I had used my ability properly… maybe they wouldn’t have died.
The regret tightened around her chest like ice.

She remembered her parents’ deaths—an accident she could’ve prevented, if she had only spoken up.

“Sis… I have something to tell you.”

Jenny looked down at Greg, still held in her arms.

“Our parents,” he said softly, “their deaths weren’t an accident.”

She blinked hard.
“W-What are you saying, Greg?”

“It’s true,” he said, his voice firm.
“They were murdered.”

Jenny’s mind reeled.
Questions flooded her.
Who?
Why?
How long had this been hiding in the shadows?

Greg wasn’t lying—she felt the truth in his trembling voice.

Jenny didn’t ask anything more. Not yet.

But she knew one thing now:

She had to confront their older brother.
She needed answers.
And the truth was no longer hiding.