Chapter 190

Sarah's POV

The studio was quieter than usual. The hum of activity was soft—the usual buzz replaced. Everybody was lost in thoughts, reflecting on the project binding us together. I could feel the past ringing with our present—a haunting reminder of what we were up against.

I was just cleaning up my area when Megan came over, quite introspective in appearance. "Hey, Sarah, you got a minute?"

"Sure," I said, putting down a stack of fabrics. "What's up?"

She did not speak straight away but turned around the room. "I have been thinking about so much with my grandmother and her association with Thomas Whitaker. There's so much that I still don't know, and I was just wondering if maybe you could help me in digging deeper."

I nodded in understanding, for I knew how it felt to need answers. "I would certainly be happy to help. Where do we start?"

Megan smiled, the tiniest look of relief in her eyes. "I found some old letters and sketches