Chapter 66: What Hide Behind His Mask
"Then ask your first question."
The Ghost's voice was low and rough, muffled behind his mask, but it carried no hostility now—only the quiet weight of someone who had kept too many secrets for too long.
Hannah's chest tightened, but she did not look away.
Around them, the sick elders lay half-dozing on their mats, the sour-fruit tea already easing their aches and clearing the fog from their heads.
Bart, Mike, Mimi, and Sister Mary stood a short distance away, watching quietly, none daring to break the fragile truce that had settled over the small retirement house.
The air, once thick with suspicion and barely restrained hostility, had softened into something cautious and curious, as if everyone present could sense that the truth they'd been chasing for weeks was finally about to spill out.
