LEAH
I pushed the door open to my mom's old dressing room, which was now nothing but a space and the rats’ resting place. As Luna, my mom had wonderful fashion collections and used to tell wonderful stories about how my grandmother would tell the maids to dress her up here and make her look exceptionally beautiful for my father.
Now I knew why she used to tear up each time she talked about it. She was never referring to Charles, but my father, who had died at the hands of his cruel brother.
This place didn't bring me solace, it was just the best place I could hide my tool.
The air in the secret room was stale but familiar, like a forgotten memory tucked away behind locked doors.
I led Tamara inside, brushing cobwebs off the side as we stepped in. The room wasn’t anything much now—just
