Chapter 1127 I'm A Dead Woman
- Fallon
- There is no point in bracing myself. Aunt Sarah grabs me and pulls me against her chest, cursing first, then mumbling a rushed prayer while tangling her fingers in my hair. The familial compound on Maatua looks and smells the way it always does. Nothing has changed. Not a single picture is out of place.
- But everything feels different now. Tense and strained. It’s, most definitely, my fault.