Alice stared at her grandmother.
A box?
That was it?
After discovering werewolves existed, learning she wasn't human, finding out her parents had been hunted, and nearly having several emotional breakdowns—
The universe was giving her a box?
Honestly?
At this point she'd accept it.
Because answers were answers.
Evelyn stood slowly.
Her hands trembled.
Jake noticed immediately.
So did Alice.
"It's upstairs," Evelyn said quietly.
"The attic."
No one moved.
Then Alice stood.
Immediately.
"Let's go."
Jake stood too.
Immediately.
Alice looked at him.
"...Jake."
Jake blinked.
"...Alice."
"You're following me."
"Yes."
"No questions?"
"No."
Alice stared.
Jake stared back.
"...Why?"
He looked confused.
"Because you're going upstairs."
Silence.
Alice narrowed her ey
