Olivia’s POV
After a long silence on the line, the hoarse voice finally spoke again, each word slow and deliberate.
“Come to the cemetery,” it said. “See it for yourselves… and you’ll understand everything.”
Before Father could respond, the call was cut off.
“Hello? Hello?!” he barked into the phone, his voice rising. “Who is this? What do you mean by that? Hello!”
Only silence answered him.
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At the tribal hall, the atmosphere turned tense.
Mom’s face drained of color. Panic flickered in her eyes as she stood abruptly. “We’re going to the cemetery,” she said, her voice shaking. “Something’s wrong—”
Before she could take a step, Evelyn reached out and grabbed her arm.
“Auntie, don’t,” Evelyn said quickly, her tone urgent but controlled. “You know Olivia… she lies all the time. Th
