Petal's Pov

The ward was quiet after Rosie’s confession, but the weight of her words pressed against me like a living thing. My hands trembled slightly, but I forced myself to stand, brushing off the lingering panic. My mother… alive. Hidden. Held by Nera. And Tibet… he knew. The truth was heavier than any weapon I had ever carried.

I stepped over to the small wooden table where Garcia had placed the ancient pack records. Dust clung to the edges of the scrolls like time itself was ...