Chapter 50: The First Confrontation
Emma’s POV
The fire roared back to life.
Heat rushed through the room, swallowing the air in a single breath. The candlelight exploded, casting wild, twisting shadows against the walls. The scent of burning wood filled my lungs, thick and suffocating.
But it wasn’t real.
It couldn’t be real.
Because the flames weren’t touching the walls. They weren’t consuming the rocking chair. They weren’t spreading.
They just existed, flickering violently—like a memory repeating itself, over and over.
And standing in the middle of it all—
Was her.
The Child Who Was Forgotten
She was barely more than a shadow.
Small. Frail. A child no older than five, her form flickering like the fire itself. Her dress was simple, white, and old-fashioned, the edges singed
