CHAPTER 153

SARA'S POV

She wasn't jumping down my neck, nor was she throwing burning glares my way.

She was silent, quiet. As if she were deep in thought—I was curious about whatever could have made her so solemn, but I didn't dare ask.

I held onto Dora's hand, refusing to let go, and she understood, squeezing back to comfort me. I met her gaze and read the unspoken words in her eyes telling me to be calm and hopeful.

She was like a mother. It had been since she was barely a teenager, ...