C14 Whispers of Fate

As we slipped into the car, my hands trembled, betraying my nerves. "Do you think she was talking about Mathew?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. The echo of Madame Zara's ominous words still haunted me.

Ella, sensing my unease, placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Alison, you're overthinking this. Madame Zara thrives on fear," she said, her tone gentle yet firm.

I clenched my fists