The whispers call

Previously

…Morales’s gaze shifted to Elena, his expression hardening. “Elena. I’m here about the murders. And some… unusual claims. Claims that Miss Reyes here has been making.” Sofía’s blood ran cold. He knew. He knew she was hearing things. And he was here, at Elena’s cottage, in the deepening darkness. The wind howled outside, a mournful cry that seemed to carry a thousand secrets. The whispers, for the first time, fell silent, leaving Sofía in a terrifying, expectant hush. The pattern of fear had tightened its grip, and she was caught in its suffocating embrace.