“Amara.” Blinking her eyes, Amara turned her head to Rosella’s direction when she heard her voice.
“Huh?”
“You’ve been spacing out the whole time. Is there something wrong?” Rosella asked but instead of telling her the truth, Amara shook her head and said, “It’s nothing Rosella.”
“……………she holds the key to your grandmother’s amulet.” The voice of the Moon Goddess still echoes on Amara’s head since last night. Amara held her mother’s amulet tight and with a look of determination in her face, she has finally decided. She never knew that this amulet was her grandmother’s heirloom.
Sighing, Amara continued preparing the table for their breakfast and that was when Rosella and Barbara came in, with a plate full of food in their hands.
“I’m going to call Wilson and Richmond. I think I saw
