Chapter 26 Whispers In The Dark

• The mansion was unusually quiet that evening, there was no footsteps and no hushed conversations. Just the sound of the wind brushing against the windows like a whisper that carried secrets.
• Kelly sat at the edge of the bed, wrapped in a silk robe Rowel had left on the armchair for her. Her fingers ran over the fabric absent minded, her mind lost in the pages of her journal again. Only… the last entry wasn’t hers.
• “You’re not crazy. You’re forgetting because someone wants you to.”