When the Womb Whispered Secrets

Previously

…The question hung in the air, heavy and terrifying. Sarah had been so focused on the curse, on the history, that she hadn’t considered her own place in it. The ‘seed of the future,’ ‘untouched by betrayal.’ Could that be her? She looked at the journal, at the newspaper clippings, at the photograph of Eleanor Vance’s formidable mother. The whispers of the womb had become a deafening roar. The pact’s price was clear. It was a life. And the harvest moon was fast approaching. The time for doubt was over. The time for action had arrived.