Chapter 82:Deadly Secrets

(Grace's POV) The room felt suffocating. The walls seemed to close in, making each breath harder to take. Sweat trickled down my temple as I lay on the treatment bed, staring at Sarah, Alexander, and Daniel. Their faces were etched with something I had never seen before—distrust mixed with disbelief. Sarah paced at the foot of my bed with frantic, uneven steps. She wrung her hands together, her lips trembling as if trying to form words that wouldn't come. Alexander stood near the window, rigid as a stone, his good arm resting tensely against the windowsill. His eyes never left me. And Daniel—Daniel was leaning against the door, arms crossed, staring at me like he was trying to dig into my very soul. I gulped. My throat felt dry. Every movement sent searing pain through my body, the silver poison burning its way deeper with every second. I felt trapped—by my condition, by their questions, and by their judgmental stares. Finally, Alexander spoke, his voice sharp and biting. "Who was