The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 386

**The Perfect 386**

Chapter 386

The atmosphere on the second floor was eerily serene, a stark contrast to the chaos that undoubtedly reigned below. It appeared that the guards, preoccupied with their duties downstairs, had completely neglected their posts up here, leaving the upper level blissfully deserted. This quietude, however, was a double-edged sword; I knew it wouldn’t last forever. Time was of the essence, and I had to act swiftly.

During my previous visits to this house, back when I held the title of Alexander’s Luna—and that fateful day when my life took a tragic turn, which felt like a hazy dream—I recalled the layout of the place. The guest quarters were not far from where I stood. If Helen and John had taken the initiative to shelter my family, it was likely they would be housed there.

With urgency coursing through me, I carefully lifted the voluminous skirt of Anya’s dress, a beautiful yet cumbersome garment that made my movements feel like a delicate dance. I made my way down the hallway, each step echoing softly in the stillness. The absence of any encounter was a mix of relief and unease. What if this was all a trap? What if I was walking directly into a carefully laid ambush?

After what felt like an eternity, I finally reached the guest quarters. I began to try the doors, my heart racing as I turned the knobs one by one. A few doors were stubbornly locked, but most swung open with ease. Inside, the rooms were pristine yet clearly unoccupied, remnants of lives lived elsewhere.

Just as I was contemplating the possibility of needing to pick locks, I swung open a door at the end of the corridor and gasped audibly. This room was different; it bore the unmistakable signs of recent occupancy. The suitcases lying open on the bed, the jewelry box gleaming on the vanity, and jackets casually draped over the chairs told me everything I needed to know—it was my father and Margaret’s room.

“Well, what a fortunate turn of events,” I murmured to myself, a flicker of hope igniting within me. I glanced around the hallway once more, ensuring that no prying eyes were upon me, before slipping into the room and closing the door behind me.

Inside, the space was empty, save for the belongings my family had hastily left behind. I locked the door, my heart pounding with anticipation, and began to scour the room. Most of what I found was mundane: clothing, toiletries, shoes, and travel documents. Nothing that stood out, nothing that screamed urgency.

But then, something caught my eye.

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