Chapter 85

HAILEE.

As I stood in the midst of the forgotten chamber, the weight of emotions pressed upon me like a heavy cloak. My eyes darted around the room, taking in the scattered remnants of my mother's life. The air hung heavy with the scent of dust and nostalgia, mingling with my own trembling breaths.

I approached the gravestone, its presence both comforting and haunting. Etched upon its surface was my mother's name, a solemn reminder of her existence and the ties that bound us together across the realms of life and death. I reached out, fingertips grazing the weathered stone as tears streamed down my cheeks, my heart aching with a bittersweet mix of longing and loss.

Driven by an unyielding determination, I turned my attention to the scattered belongings, artifacts that held whispers of a past shrouded in mystery. Carefully, I picked up each item, my hands trembling with a mixture of trepidation and hope. Trinkets, photographs, and letters passed through my fingers, each holding a frag