Chapter 128 Love, Mom And Dad
- ARDEN
- The crest clicked open with a quiet sound, yet I felt it somewhere deep inside my chest.
- Inside was a folded piece of paper, creased with time, yellowed at the edges. My hand trembled as I retrieved it. The parchment was fragile between my fingertips, as though it had been waiting years to be read. I stared at it, unable to breathe. Should I?