Chapter 29
Nora’s POV
Aunt Clara lived forty minutes outside the city in a quiet stretch of countryside where the roads narrowed into long winding lanes lined with old oak trees and uneven stone fences that had existed longer than most of the people driving past them.
The house sat back from the road behind a rusted iron gate that never fully closed properly anymore, surrounded by a garden that looked wild at first glance until you noticed how carefully everything had been placed.
The oak trees around the property had been planted by Clara herself over thirty years ago, back when they were still thin enough for her to wrap both hands around the trunks. Now their branches stretched so high and wide they swallowed most of the afternoon light, covering the house in cool shade even during
