Chapter XLIV: Lumena Semitae Meae
Liz steps down the stairs, the scent of warm soup drifting through the air. The morning light filters through the windows, casting a soft glow over the dining table where Dolores and Dominga sit. Their fingers run over a rosary with dark red beads, murmuring to themselves as they examine it closely.
Liz pulls out a chair and sits across from them. She watches as they continue to roll the beads between their fingers, their expressions shifting between curiosity and unease.
"This color," Dolores mutters, squinting. "It's like blood red. Don't you think?"
Dominga hums in agreement, holding the rosary up to the light. "Almost like Vlad's name. Vlad. Blood red. You remember him, Liz?"
The mention of that name makes Liz's stomach tighten. She grips her spoo
