Chapter 47: A Father’s Silence

**Thelma Zane’s POV** “You’re leaving already?” I asked, feeling a twinge of reluctance. Dorothy had been the first person to truly spend time with me here, and her company had brightened an otherwise lonely day. “I have to,” Dorothy replied with a small smile. “My grandmother is waiting for me at home. She’s old, and I don’t want her to worry.” “Maybe I could send her a message?” I suggested. “You could stay the night. We could watch a movie, eat popcorn, and just relax.” Dorothy shook her head gently. “That’s kind of you, but I really need to go. There are some things I must discuss with her.” Though disappointed, I nodded. “Alright then. Let me at least walk you out.” I accompanied Dorothy to say goodbye to my parents and arranged for a chauffeur to take her home safely. As I watched her leave, I felt a pang of sorrow for her quiet resilience. Later that night, lying in bed, I stared at the brilliant night sky through the window. The prophecy of death lingered i