CHAPTER 141

ZYLIAH'S POV

"Dora, what are you doing here? Is this where you live? Are you the one who wrote this note? Who was that lady that delivered it?" I had so many questions and couldn't help myself from asking them.

"Let's go inside." She led the way into an old building with peeling paint.

The stairs were rusty old metal that made a sharp creaking noise as we climbed them. More like me tiptoeing for fear of putting all of my weight on their shaky stairs and risking breaking a ...