Grace - POV
Four long years have slipped by, and now I find myself sitting in a tiny, worn-down room, deep in the forest, clutching a cup of tea Sarah made for me. The warm liquid does little to chase away the chill that clings to my memories. My mind drifts back to that night—the night I lost everything, including myself. When Glinda drove the sword through my ribs, I thought it was the end. But when I woke up, I found myself in this bleak, lonely house—alive, but changed in ways I could never have imagined.
For the longest time, I believed my mother had betrayed me, that she had killed me that night. But Sarah revealed the truth, and it shattered me all over again. The necklace Glinda had given me—her last gift—had shielded my soul from death. It had saved me.
Glinda had known my fate
