Chapter 71 Finding Nicholas 12

• Back at Margaret's cozy rented bungalow down Brooklyn's street, the morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen, mingling with the scent of old books and parchment.
• Margaret sat up on her bed, surrounded by scattered papers, maps, and files, her eyes scanning the documents for the umpteenth time.
• The soft hum of the air conditioner provided a soothing background noise as she pored over the paperwork, her pencil tapping against her lips.