Lucy’s POV
“Lucy, please leave whatever you are doing and come home right away.”
Aunt Margaret’s voice on the phone was low but sharp, carrying a weight that made my heart tighten. There was something in her tone—urgency, fear, and command all at once—that immediately sent a chill through me. She was never this serious unless something truly important was happening.
I froze for a few seconds, the phone still pressed against my ear, before my thoughts began racing. “What could’ve happened?” I murmured under my breath. Panic threatened to take over, but Lira’s calm voice spoke through my mind like a gentle breeze.
‘Don’t let fear cloud your judgment, Lucy. Think first before acting. Whatever it is, we face it together.’
She was right. Fear never solved anything. I took a steadying breat
