Back in Arabella’s study, she was kneeling on the carpet, hunched over a thick alumni book from her college. Felix was leaning over her shoulder, watching her with amusement and curiosity as she flipped through the pages.
“There!”
She finally exclaimed, pointing at the photograph of a blonde young woman with braces, her shy smile frozen in the picture. Under it, a name: Cynthia Adams.
The name they had been searching for, for seems now.
Beside the name, a phone number and email ID were also mentioned; although the chances of it being active and in use by her, were still questionable.
Felix tilted his head.
“Do you really think this number is still with her? It’s been a couple of years at least…”
“Probably not,” Bella admitted with a distracted shrug, already copying the numbe
