Norella pov
My sobs echoed through the room, each one a raw, painful sound that seemed to vibrate off the walls. My body trembled under the weight of my grief, my heart feeling as though it was breaking into a million pieces. Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, I stopped crying. The silence that followed was almost as deafening as my sobs. I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand, my gaze drifting to the bag beside me. My hands were shaking as I reached for it, the urgency of my need to find the amulet overriding everything else.
"Where is it?" I muttered, my voice edged with a growing panic. My fingers fumbled with the zipper of the bag, and I dumped its contents onto the floor in a chaotic heap. Clothes, keepsakes, random items —all of it spilled out in front of me. But th
