Chapter 103 The Truth Never Stays Buried Two

• The soft hum of silence greeted me first, followed by the scent of lavender and old parchment that clung in the air. My eyes fluttered open slowly, the blurry edges of the world settling in clarity. I was in my room.
• Ethan was kneeling beside the bed, his expression was hallowed with concern. He looked like he hadn’t breathed since I blacked out.
• Abigail was pacing by the wall, arms folded tight across her chest. Khalid stood quietly near the door, his eyes heavy with worry.