Ivory
I looked at the woman who had demanded to see Annabel. It was obvious she wasn’t from Hollow Grove. The woman looked like she had been through hell to get here, and the fact that Annabel was the person she had gone through all this trouble for piqued my curiosity because Annabel was the one who had direct dealings with David Moss and his daughter.
Her clothes were tattered, her face marked with exhaustion and dirt, and yet, there was a fierce determination in her eyes. She stood in the doorway with the guards, her posture tense as if bracing for an onslaught.
"Before you tell us about your information and who Young Robert is, kindly tell us, what's your name? Where are you from?" I asked her, wanting to identify her first before anything else. My voice was firm but not unkind.
