NATALIA
I couldn’t stop running, my breath coming in short gasps as I hurried back to my room. I could feel my heart racing, pounding against my chest as if it wanted to escape.
My mind kept replaying the moment I saw Ayla in the kitchen, sprinkling something over the food. I had to get away before anyone found out.
But I couldn't keep this to myself; it felt too important, too dangerous.
When I finally reached my room, I slammed the door shut behind me, feeling the safety of the walls around me.
I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed Elton's number. He answered almost immediately.
“Are you alright?” Elton's voice was full of concern.
“I’m fine,” I said, trying to steady my breathing. “But I need you, Doreen, and Wendell to come to my room. It’s important.”
I didn’t wait for a
