The moonlight poured through the cracks in the curtains, casting long, silver streaks across the room. You sat curled up on the floor, your knees drawn to your chest, trembling as the reality of what had happened settled in. The hunger clawed at you, sharp and insistent, but it was nothing compared to the ache in your chest—the fear, the anger, the overwhelming loss of control.

Caroline knelt down in front of you, her blonde hair catching the dim light like a halo. Her eyes were filled with compassion, but there was a strength there too—a strength that made you feel like maybe you weren’t completely falling apart.

“Hey, I know this is terrifying,” she said softly, her voice steady. “I know it feels like your whole world just flipped upside down, and trust me, I’ve been there. But you’re not alone in this. I promise, we’ll get through it together.”

She reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. “It’s going to take time, and it’s going to be hard. But you’re stronger than you think. And I’m here for you—every step of the way.”

Her words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos raging inside.