When the Womb Whispered Secrets

Previously

…As Eleanor Vance’s hand emerged from her pocket, Sarah’s eyes widened in alarm. It wasn’t a weapon, not in the conventional sense. It was a small, intricately carved vial, filled with a dark, viscous liquid. The same liquid she’d seen in her nightmares, the one that seemed to emanate a chilling, primal fear. The whispers of the womb, Sarah now understood, were not just secrets. They were warnings. And the matriarch’s shadow was far more tangible, and far more terrifying, than she had ever imagined. The true nature of the curse, a deliberate, human-orchestrated horror, had just been unveiled, and the hunt for its orchestrator had truly begun.