Autumn's POV
When I heard someone say that Agatha had been moved to the old quarters where I used to live, I froze for a moment.
At first, I didn’t believe it. Why would they move her there? And why now?
I stood there thinking about it. A part of me was sceptical. Maybe it was just another one of her games. Agatha was good at twisting things to make herself look like the victim. Maybe she moved there on her own just so people would pity her more.
Still, I couldn’t rest until I saw it with my own eyes. So, I went there slowly and quietly. My feet felt heavier with every step I took. It was like my heart was warning me not to care, but my mind wanted to know the truth.
When I finally reached the hallway, I stopped in front of the door. The same old door I used to pass through every sin
