The Double or more Life of the Fake Heiress (Mirabella) novel Chapter 1889

Mirabella's thoughts drifted back to a few years ago, when she would occasionally head out to help treat the folks in Serenity Valley and had once tried to unravel why the villagers didn't seem to have long lives. In the end, she didn’t uncover much, but she always suspected it had something to do with their community.

Soon enough, Curtis sent the location over to Wyatt’s phone. They sped along the highway for over three hours before finally turning off onto a bumpy road that seemed to be more potholes and weeds than asphalt. It was clear that not many cars or people ventured this way, but it was definitely a road.

Wyatt stretched his neck, peering out the window. More than once, he wondered if the GPS had lost its mind, especially as they ventured deeper into the snaking road, surrounded by dense woods. It wasn’t even evening yet, but the trees made it feel like dusk had come early, shrouding everything in shadow. To top it off, they lost signal as soon as they entered, which only added to the eerie vibe.

“Are we sure we’re not lost?” Wyatt asked, slowing the car to a crawl while fiddling with the map on his phone. Even with a rough location, the area was so remote and twisted that it left him scratching his head. It felt harder than trekking through a jungle.

“It’s odd, losing signal here makes sense, but the compass is acting strange too,” Miles noted from the passenger seat, having spotted the issue right after they left the highway.

“It’s like it’s on the fritz, totally creepy,” Wyatt said, glancing at the compass app on his phone. His imagination conjured up all sorts of wild theories, giving him goosebumps.

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