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98. Where Fear Breathes

Penulis: Monica Wild
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-04 09:58:49
The door clicked shut.

No footsteps. No echo. No trace of the woman who had just stood there—too close, too calm, too real.

Silence rushed back into the room like nothing had happened.

Enola didn’t move.

The photograph was still in her hand, trembling so faintly it looked like the paper itself was alive. Her eyes stayed fixed on it—on the blurred image, on the past dragged out of its grave and thrown at her feet.

Her chest tightened.

One breath.

Then another.

Too fast.

Too shal
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