LEAH
"Sarah! Wait! Please!" I called out, my voice desperate as I chased after her. She didn’t stop, didn’t even look back. I kept my pace, trying to catch up. Suddenly, the path shifted, and I realized exactly where she was heading.
"Sarah! Why are you going that way? Stop! Just listen to me!" My plea fell on deaf ears. She moved with purpose, unyielding. Finally, she stopped—right in front of the basement door. The place where Charles had hidden her away.
Before she could make another move, I grabbed her shoulder. "Sarah, what are you doing? This isn’t the answer. Please, let me explain!"
She didn’t respond. Instead, she shrugged my hand off and pushed the door open with a grim determination.
I followed, my heart pounding. Inside, she walked straight to a shelf and pulled out an urn
