Chapter 84 Mysterious Whisper

• “I don’t know,” I admitted softly, my gaze fixed on the road ahead. “But I’m hoping she’s still willing to talk. Because if she doesn’t… I’ll lose the only witness who might be able to shed light on Irene and Grandma’s deceit.”
• I glanced at the rear-view mirror, catching a glimpse of my own reflection. My face looked weary, worn down by the weight of everything I was carrying. But my eyes… my eyes still burned with a single, unrelenting spark, determination.
• We arrived at last in the drowsy little town of Martinsburg—one of the nearest outposts still boasting an inn and a decent general store. I resolved to spend the night there before pressing onward to the maid’s residence, nestled even deeper into the backcountry.