Chapter 18 The Girl Behind The Curtain

• Kelly couldn’t scream—not really. Her throat clenched too tight. The sound from the girl behind the curtain echoed inside her skull like it had always been there—haunting her dreams, trapped inside her bones.
• Rowel watched her, arms folded like a man surveying a chessboard rather than a woman breaking apart.
• “Don’t look at me like that,” he said, voice calm. “You’re the one who insisted on finding the truth.”