Chapter 12 Still Beneath the Surface

The air in the attic was thick with the scent of aged paper and forgotten things. Dust

motes danced in the single shaft of light that pierced the gloom from a grimy

windowpane, illuminating a world of shadows and secrets. Angie moved with a

practiced grace, her footsteps soft on the worn floorboards, a stark contrast to the

tempest brewing within h