Chapter Fifty-Six – Whispers in the Dark
The cabin seemed to shrink the moment Sarah appeared in the doorway. Her footsteps echoed like thunder across the warped floorboards, her gaze cutting into me like a blade. She didn’t speak at first. She only looked—from Adrian’s half-bandaged body, sprawled weak and pale on the cot, to where my hand still clung to his like it was the only thing tethering me to the earth.
When her eyes rose to mine, I saw it. Shock. Hurt. Something sharper, jagged enough to make me flinch.
“Emma,” she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief. “What did you do?”
My mouth went dry. The words caught in my throat. Still, my fingers refused to let go of Adrian’s. The warmth of his hand was my last defense, my last excuse.
“It’s not what you think,” I said at la
