Something colder.
I tried to move.
Straps.
My wrists.
My arms.
My legs.
Panic surged instantly.
“No—!”
My voice cracked.
Weak.
A figure stepped into view.
Not rushed.
Not aggressive.
Calm.
Controlled.
A woman.
Mid-forties, maybe.
Sharp eyes.
I Decided to Wear My Grandmother’s Wedding Dress in Her Honor – But While Altering It, I Found a Hidden Note That Revealed the Truth About My Parents - PART 6
