Chapter 40: The Secret Corridor
Emma’s POV
The numbers on the clock haunted me.
3:17.
A moment in time, frozen in Everdawn’s memory. The exact time Caroline Montgomery had died.
The house had been silent ever since. No shifting walls, no whispered voices. But that silence felt wrong. It wasn’t peace. It was waiting.
For what, I didn’t know.
But I was going to find out.
Nate and I sat across from each other at the dining table, the weight of everything pressing down on us. Callum stood near the fireplace, arms crossed, watching us with his usual unreadable expression.
I turned the journal over in my hands. “If the house is telling us to look at the night Caroline died, then there has to be something here. A record. A hidden piece of the story.”
Nate exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand
