Chapter 38: The Town’s Forgotten Gossip
Emma’s POV
Everdawn wasn’t just a house.
It was a story—a long, twisted tale that refused to stay buried.
And now, I was part of it.
Even after we left the hidden passage, the weight of what we had seen refused to fade. The memory of Robert Clarke’s skeleton, slumped in that forgotten room, clung to me like a shadow.
I barely remembered making it back to my room, my fingers still tight around the letter I had taken from his grip. I had read it over and over again, memorizing every inked word.
"They told me I could leave. They told me I could take her. But it was a lie. The house is watching. The house is waiting."
Robert had known Everdawn wouldn’t let him go.
And now I was beginning to wonder—would it let me?
Leaving Everdawn, If Only for
