Chapter 28 Everything Crumbling?

• Margaret’s POV
• “Was my soul masked? Am I a supernatural like everybody here in the Western Kingdom?”
• Lucy’s question pierced through me like a blade. My chest tightened, my breath catching as though she had dragged a secret I had buried deep for decades into the light. This was the one question I had dreaded my entire life—the one I prayed she would never ask. And now, here it was, hanging in the air, heavy and unforgiving.