The fear lingering in Sarena's eyes had spread through the entire room like a slow-acting poison. She set the glass of water down on the table, yet her hands were still trembling. The silence hanging in the hall was so deep that every raindrop falling outside felt like a hammer striking the air.
Michael broke the stillness in his deep, steady voice. "Sarena… don't lose courage. We are here to help you. Tell us everything clearly, without fear. What happened in the house that day, and what followed after that? Where is that doll now? And most importantly, what is happening with your sister, Luciana?"
Sarena looked toward Michael, her eyes as if reopening an old wound. She took a deep breath and began to speak in a quivering voice.
