Jenny still couldn't sleep—not after the premonition she had of her sister, Thalia. She was afraid to close her eyes, fearing that her ability would pull her into another disturbing vision.
Since Thalia arrived at the campsite, she had barely responded to Jenny's messages. Jenny stood up without checking the time and left her room. She sat on the couch in the living room, lost in thought.
But as she stepped into the room, something caught her eye—a shadow moving in the dark. Startled, she quickly grabbed a broom lying nearby. Her heartbeat quickened with fear as she followed the movement, afraid an intruder had broken in.
As she cautiously approached, she realized it was the shadow of a child draped in a blanket.
"Greg?" she called gently.
Greg shifted and turned toward her, visibly relieved.
"Sis!" he exclaimed, rushing to hug her tightly.
"Why aren't you asleep yet? What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice full of concern. The night was deep, and her youngest sibling should have been in bed.
Greg shook his head, trembling slightly. "I can't sleep, Sis. They're talking to me."
They? Jenny's heart skipped a beat. "Who?" she asked.
"Will you believe me if I tell you?" he said hesitantly, eyes wide with fear.
Jenny sighed and wrapped her arm around him, leading him gently to the kitchen.
"Just tell me what's going on. I'll listen," she said softly.
"I see ghosts," he whispered in her ear.
Jenny froze for a moment, studying his face. He wasn't joking—his eyes were filled with dread and sincerity.
She nodded, encouraging him to continue.
"Sis, I see restless spirits—souls who can't find the light."
"Why are they contacting you?"
"They want help," Greg said simply.
Jenny listened closely.
"Sis Ellese and Felisa too… They're asking for help."
Her stomach dropped. Ellese and Felisa? The names rang in her mind like a forgotten bell.
Where have I heard them before? Jenny tried to recall.
Then, realization hit—and she swallowed hard.
"What happened to them?" Jenny asked. "Are you hiding because they're threatening you?"
"No, Sis. They're not angry… They just haven't been found. Their bodies are still missing," Greg answered, his voice trembling.
The hairs on her arms stood on end.
"Who are they?" she asked.
"Women. It's horrible. What happened to them… it's terrifying. I don't want to sleep because I keep seeing it in my dreams."
Jenny could see the terror in her brother's eyes.
"Sis, they said… Sister Felisa said Thalia is in danger."
Jenny's breath caught in her throat.
Since when did my little brother have this ability too? she wondered.
"Ellese and Felisa are seeking justice," he added solemnly. "They won't stop."
Jenny clenched her hands into fists. She had always pretended not to know too much—but deep down, she had seen enough signs.
She knew about the sisters' murders. She had seen it even before the news broke. She also knew her cousin had been involved with a certain organization—one where profit was made from death. A phone call could seal a life's end.
She had chosen to turn a blind eye to keep her siblings safe. But maybe… karma doesn't let you hide forever.
"Sis," Greg said softly, "they warned that if the greed doesn't stop… more people will die."
"More victims are coming."
I know! Jenny screamed silently in her head. I know what I've seen. And it's all happening…
But what can I do? She cried inwardly. I'm just an ordinary person—I have no power, no position. How do I fight this?
Tears welled in her eyes as she hugged Greg tighter. She didn't want him—or Thalia, or Ruth—to be pulled into this.
"Sis," Greg whispered, "they have a message for you."
"Who?" she asked, her voice quiet.
"Sister Felisa. She said, Be strong."
Jenny only nodded, eyes wet, glancing at the wall clock. It was nearly midnight. Sleep still hadn't come.
Her mind wandered to the Fuego family—Ellese and Felisa's family. A wealthy, powerful clan with land, haciendas, and influence.
She remembered the chaos when their murder made headlines. Speculation ran wild. Some suspected business rivals of their father, Benedict Fuego. Others claimed darker things.
Some even whispered that Benedict had murdered both his wives—including the sisters' mother—for reasons unknown.
Now their world was in chaos. Even though Jenny had tried to live quietly, the echoes of violence were catching up.
If I had used my ability properly… they might still be alive. That regret crawled over her skin like ice.
She remembered the guilt from her parents' deaths—an accident she could have prevented if she had spoken up.
"Sis… I have something to tell you."
Jenny turned her gaze to Greg, who still lay in her arms.
"Our parents… their deaths weren't an accident," he said quietly.
She blinked. "W-What are you saying, Greg?"
"It's true," he said firmly. "They were murdered."
Her mind reeled.
Murdered? Why? Who? What for?
Greg wasn't lying—she could feel it in his voice.
Jenny didn't ask anything else. Not yet. But she knew now that she had to confront their older brother.
She needed answers—and the truth was no longer hiding.