Elena stood halfway up the staircase, unable to move.The voice had come from somewhere above.A voice she had not heard in years.A voice that belonged to the woman she had buried in her memories.Her mother.“Mom?” Elena whispered again.No answer came.Only the sound of rain striking the windows.Behind her, Adrian hurried toward the stairs.“Elena, wait.”She turned around.His face was unusually pale.“Why are you stopping me?”“I need you to trust me.”“I trusted you before,” she replied bitterly. “Look where that got me.”Adrian stopped.The words clearly hurt him, but he didn't argue.Daniel remained downstairs, watching them with an unreadable expression.“Elena,” Adrian said quietly, “whatever you hear up there, don't believe everything immediately.”“Why?”“Because someone has been waiting for you to discover this.”Elena frowned.“Who?”Before Adrian could answer, the woman's voice came again.“Elena... come to me.”This time, it was unmistakably coming from behind a door
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