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    Concerned, she called again, “Makenna, are you awake? I’ming in, all right?”


    The door creaked open.


    “Makenna! What’s wrong? Makenna!” Her voice rose in terror as she stammered, “Makenna! Please, wake up! No!”


    Alice’s voice shattered into a heart-wrenching scream, filled with desperation.


    My heart clenched with guilt, aching to reassure her somehow, to tell her the truth. But I couldn’t make a sound. A tear slipped from my tightly shut eyes, as if my body were weeping in ce of the words I could not say.


    Alice’s POV:


    I walked into the room and saw Makenna seemingly fast asleep. Cautiously, I approached her. Makenna wasn’t one to sleepte. It was strange that she hadn’t woken up. Was she ill?


    “It’s time to get up, Makenna. Wake up and have breakfast,” I said softly.


    There was no response.


    A chill swept through me. I immediately sensed that something was wrong. Reaching out, I shook her gently. “Makenna! What’s wrong?”


    Her hand slipped limply over the side of the bed, and a small bottle tumbled from her palm onto the floor. The sharp tter made my heart lurch. With trembling hands, I picked it up.


    It was an empty bottle of poison.


    The realization hit me like a thunderbolt. Makenna had taken poison in a bid to end her life.


    “No! Makenna, please wake up!” I screamed, shaking her body desperately. My vision blurred as hot tears streamed down my face. My cries went unanswered. Makennay there, unresponsive.


    “Makenna!” I screamed again, anguish tearing through my voice.


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    At that moment, Evie burst into the room. Her worry quickly shifted into fear as she took in the scene. “What’s going on? What’s wrong with Makenna?” she asked, her voice shaking.


    “I don’t know. Go find the three princes. Now!” I ordered frantically. Perhaps Makenna could still be saved.


    I don’t know how much time passed before the princes arrived, but when they did, Bryan rushed into the room and brushed me aside with urgency.


    “Makenna! Makenna! Wake up!” he cried, his voice filled with desperation.


    When she remained unresponsive, he turned to me sharply. “What happened?”


    With shaking hands, I showed him the empty bottle. “Makenna… she seems to havemitted suicide…”


    “Impossible!” Bryan screamed, shaking Makenna on the bed in disbelief. “Makenna, wake up! You have to wake up! Please!”


    His eyes were bloodshot as he cried out, his agony raw and palpable.


    Dominic, by contrast, remained rtively calmer. His gaze swept the room until itnded on an envelope resting on the bedside table. “It seems Makenna left a letter,” he said in a trembling voice, reaching for it.


    Bryan, however, snatched the letter before he could touch it. With trembling hands, he tore it open and read aloud.


    “She… she said she couldn’t live with the pain of losing her child, so… so she decided tomit suicide. She hopes to be buried next to her child after her death.”


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