Chapter 120 The Ghost In The Study

• MILLIE’S POV
• The silence in our bedroom was suffocating. It was the kind of heavy, pressurized quiet that made my ears ring.
• I sat on the edge of the mattress, the "last letter" from my mother clutched in my hands. Beside it, spread out like pieces of a broken mirror, were the older files we had recovered months ago—her first letter and the warnings from her friends Eleanor and Margaret. I stared at them until the words began to swim.