Chapter Sixteen
Elara's POV
I had always seen my mother as someone who didn’t keep secrets — open as a book.
At least, that’s what I believed.
However, standing there, with the folded map clutched tight to my hand, it made me realize how little I truly knew about her.
The sound of the creaking floorboard accompanied by loud footsteps snapped me out of my thoughts and back to reality.
I felt panic run through my veins, my hands trembled and my thoughts my thoughts scattered.I couldn’t let her find me like this.
Without wasting another second, my fingers scrambled to pull the map and knife under the bed. I fumbled with my phone, hastily taking a shaky photo of the map before pushing everything out of sight.
The doorknob turned open and I barely managed to wipe the fear off my face
