Mara's Pov

It had been three days since Andrea’s confession, and the silence that followed was even more unsettling than her words. Every time I passed her in the hallway, she wore a cold expression, her eyes darting away from mine as if she’d never whispered those terrified secrets in my room.

*Margaret.*

The name played on a loop in my mind. Was it possible? I had spent years in this house, and Margaret was the only one who had ever brought me a glass of water without being asked, or draped a blanket over my shoulders when I fell asleep in the library. She looked innocent. She didn't look...