#Chapter 105: Curiosity Killed the… Wolf?

Abigail Mom always says that there’s a fine line between curious and reckless. But if I’m being honest, that line has always seemed a bit... blurry, especially when it comes to Owen and me. So when Mom casually mentioned that Grandma Lily had a cabin upstate, tucked away in the middle of nowhere, my mind instantly went into overdrive. It wasn’t like we ever heard much about Grandma. It wasn’t until recently I overheard Mom muttering something under her breath about how she needed to “deal with Lily,” that I even realized we had a grandmother. That’s when the questions started flooding in—Why was Grandma Lily so elusive? Why didn’t we have any pictures of her or Mom from when they were kids? The mystery only deepened when Owen looked up at me with that half-grin of his—the one that always told me he was about to burst my bubble with some sarcastic remark. “Should we even be doing this?” Owen asked, his dry voice cutting through the silence as we stood at the foot of the old manho