CHAPTER 19: SHE’S BACK
“M—Mother… what did you do?”
Cassidy stood frozen.
The words barely left her lips before the bile surged in her throat.
She staggered back, clutching her stomach, her legs wobbling beneath her. The air reeked of copper and decay—thick, suffocating, and far too real.
Two corpses sprawled across the floor.
One was her father—his once-proud features now sunken and grey, his mouth agape as if he died still trying to speak.
The other was Grace.
Sweet, guilt-ridden, silent Grace.
“O—oh my god… this is insane!” Cassidy cried, her voice rising into hysteria.
Jane Lockhart, calm as still water before a storm, stood at the center of it all. Unbothered. Unmoved. Unrepentant.
She arched a brow. “What?” she sneered, her voice clipped. “You should be thanking me. I’m cl
