Jenny watched as Felix busied himself, dressed in plain clothes. She knew—he was about to do something that could land him in trouble again. She sighed and shrugged, silently observing her brother pace back and forth, checking to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything.
Jenny sat quietly on the couch, eyes fixed on him. Felix noticed and flicked her forehead.
"Don't worry too much," he said simply. "I'm leaving now. Look after everything while I'm gone." He patted her on the shoulder.
She could only nod.
Ever since the siblings discovered their abilities, they no longer kept secrets from each other—especially when it came to uncovering how they were connected to the Fuego family.
Jenny sighed again. In just a week, they would be heading to the Fuego mansion—the very place where the four siblings had been born and raised.
She was deeply worried about the plan. Her gift showed her glimpses of what might happen… and she feared the danger awaiting them.
She tapped her cheek lightly.
I can't be afraid now. I need to be with Mikaela.
Someone held her palm. She looked down and found her younger brother, Greg. Their house felt emptier ever since Thalia had left for the province.
"Why?" she asked, gazing at him.
"They say holding your palm will help calm you down, sis," Greg said innocently.
"Who's they?"
"They… Brother Fernan." Greg answered softly.
Jenny's heart tightened at the mention of that name. If only she had warned the others… if only she hadn't been afraid when that armed man entered their house, none of it would've happened.
"I'm sorry… for being a coward," she whispered.
"Sister, they said it wasn't your fault," Greg replied.
"No… it is my fault. If I'd told you earlier, you'd all still be here." Her voice cracked with regret.
Greg gently squeezed her trembling hand and sat beside her.
"Don't worry too much, Sister. Thalia—she'll be okay. I know she will."
Jenny smiled, pulling Greg into a hug. She nodded.
"Have you seen anything?" she asked him softly.
"Many things," he said sadly. "I see their pasts… They're full of sorrow. And fear."
Jenny only nodded, kissing his forehead.
"Sister… they're in danger."
Her brows furrowed. "Who?" she asked, confused.
"Those in the province." He looked up at her.
"Even our older brother… I'm scared." Greg's eyes shimmered with fear.
"Nothing will happen to them, Greg," Jenny said, trying to calm him.
She hugged him tightly. Greg returned the embrace.
Suddenly, they were somewhere else—transported. Jenny was surprised to find Greg with her. She instinctively held his hand tightly.
They arrived at their cousin's house. It looked warm… like a true home.
Another vision.
She saw a black van stop outside the Fernan family home.
"This… this is the day the two siblings died," Jenny whispered.
A man wearing a black hood stepped out of the vehicle. Before entering the house, he removed it and changed into ordinary clothes.
She was right. It was Fernan.
He took a deep breath and stepped into the house.
Unnoticed, Jenny and Greg found themselves inside, witnessing the past. Their cousins were laughing joyfully, unaware of what was to come.
"Shaina… Kristine… George…" Jenny softly said each name as they came into view.
Her heart was pierced by the memory. She had done nothing for them. She had pretended not to know them. Pretended not to hear. Out of fear. Out of cowardice.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she watched their happy, unaware faces.
Then the scene shifted.
They were dragged into the forest.
Fernan was running, being chased by armed men. He clutched something tightly to his chest, something he refused to let go. A gunshot rang out.
Jenny cried out, hugging Greg as the loud blast echoed in her ears.
Fernan's arm was bleeding, but he kept running.
Heavy rain began to fall. Blood trails washed away in the downpour, making it harder for anyone to track him.
Under a large tree, Fernan collapsed to the ground. Still bleeding, he began digging with his bare hands.
"I need to hide this… Felix, take care of my siblings," he whispered through gritted teeth.
Jenny swallowed hard.
In her vision, she saw what would happen next. Her cousin would die. And soon after, so would his siblings.
No one stopped it. No one saved them.
"Don't blame yourselves. I can see the future, too. My sibling and I… we'll be together," Fernan said softly.
Jenny flinched. Somehow, he knew they were there. Yet he kept digging. She even heard him laugh bitterly.
"You must act, Felix. They'll wipe out our entire bloodline—so long as there's someone left to kill."
Jenny felt chills race down her spine.
Fernan finished hiding the object—whatever evidence it was—and stepped away from the tree, rain soaking him completely. He clutched his injured arm.
Then a shadow emerged from the trees.
Jenny witnessed the gunshots—wordless and merciless. She covered her mouth in horror as her cousin was gunned down.
In his final moments, Fernan turned toward them. Blood spilled down his face, mixing with the rain.
He stretched out his hand… as if reaching for help.
Her heart shattered.
"Shaina… Kristine… Geo—George… My… siblings… I… I can't go back to you… anymore…" he whispered.
Another gunshot. This time, straight to the head. His skull cracked. Thick blood poured out.
Jenny screamed.
And then—she was back. Seated on the couch, Greg in her arms.
Tears soaked her face. Her hands trembled.
"Sister Jenny…" Greg whispered, hugging her tightly.
She hugged him back, sobbing as if her heart had been split in two.