ANNABEL’S POV
In the calm after the storm, Thomas and I found a quiet corner where we could talk. The weight of unspoken fears lingered, and Thomas, sensing my need for reassurance, gently prompted me to share my thoughts.
"Annabel," he began, his voice steady, "you don't have to face this alone. Whatever you saw in that mansion, we'll figure it out together."
I looked into his eyes, appreciating the sincerity that emanated from him. "I just... I can't shake off the feeling that something is not right. My mother might be in danger, and I can't decipher the cryptic plans I found. It's like I'm caught in a web of mysteries."
Thomas reached for my hand, offering a grounding presence. "We'll unravel those mysteries, piece by piece. But we need to be cautious and strategic. Jumping into the
