Chapter 13 It Was You

• He raised a shovel and called out, “Step aside, I need to dig something up. It should be here.” The priest, once composed and refined, now wore an expression of frustration and impatience.
• I quietly drew a small knife from my pocket, watching his every move intently.
• He glanced at me sideways, a cold chuckle escaping his lips. “Young lady, I'm here for something, not to harm anyone. Haven't I helped your family enough? Shouldn't you know by now that gratitude and reciprocity bring blessings?”