Grace - POV
The next morning, they called me into Ruth’s office. My body ached from exhaustion, the remnants of last night’s nightmare clinging to me like shadows, stealing every ounce of rest.
When I arrived, Ruth wasn’t there. I sank onto the sofa outside his office, leaning my head back and staring at the ceiling. For a moment, I allowed my eyes to close, savoring the brief escape from reality. Sarah and Marie were off at the grocery store, gathering supplies for the team.
But then, a shiver ran through me—a faint trace of magic, barely perceptible, drifted down the hallway. My eyes snapped open, and I felt a pull toward the slightly ajar door nearby. Curiosity and an unnameable dread welled up inside me, urging me to follow the strange sensation. I approached, pushing the door open
