Emma’s POV
As I hung up the phone, the weight of my actions and their consequences bore down on me. The dungeon was a cold and dim place, a fitting setting for the dark deeds that transpired within its walls. Lizzie and I had been confined here for what felt like an eternity, while Daniel, my father, stayed locked away in his room, a distant and shadowy presence in our lives.
I begged him for forgiveness, but to no avail. I was desperate to prove myself and all this brought me to this stage.
My gaze was drawn to the door of the room where Grace was imprisoned. I imagined the terror and helplessness she must be feeling, subjected to the horrors Lizzie and the dark witches had prepared for her. It was a cruel fate, but one I couldn't change. I had to stay loyal to Lizzie, my mother, no ma
