Chapter 192: The Weight of a Failing Cure
Dawn crept through the attic window like a thief, painting pale gold streaks across my grandmother's patchwork quilt. I woke to the familiar ache in my ankle, but not the sharp, screaming pain of yesterday, more like persistent throb that pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat. A reminder. A warning. A burden I could not afford to carry.
I sat up slowly, the movement sending a fresh wave of discomfort through my leg. The house was silent. Somewhere below, my parents were likely still asleep, exhausted by the previous day's emotional storm and Dafa had left after he dropped me home.
I was alone now.
And I could not afford to be helpless.
My gaze fell upon the small wooden cabinet beside my grandmother's cabinet. It had stood there for as long as I could remember, its surface worn smooth by decades of loving touch. Inside lay her legacy. Her secrets. Her healing.
My grandmother's notebook.
