Peach's POV
The rhythmic sound of my pacing echoed through the room, each step a futile attempt to calm the storm brewing in my mind. What if it was something drastic? The uncertainty gnawed at me, leaving me restless. I couldn’t bear the wait any longer. Determined to find answers, I flung open the door and marched down the hallway.
Spotting Amon and Asher at the far end of the corridor, my heart sank. Their worried expressions spoke volumes, and a heavy sense of dread settled in my chest. Had they really killed Michael?
"Amon!" I called out, my voice trembling slightly. Both he and Asher halted, turning to face me. The reluctance in their eyes was palpable.
"Where are you going? What happened?" I demanded, my gaze shifting between them. They exchanged a quick, uneasy glance before Am
