Veronica grabbed the pen. Hastily, she wrote down:
Something wrong with the man out there. We have to tell Gamma Aurora!
Chloe looked at her writings.
“You mean Silas? He is the local blacksmith. What can possibly be wrong with him?” she said in a drawling voice.
Veronica bit her lips in anxiety. She waved her hands and wrote down another line:
He is not a blacksmith! I know him!
“Oh?” Chloe smiled. “If he is not a blacksmith, then who is he?”
He is—
Veronica paused, giving Chloe a suspicious look.
“You can trust me,” Chloe softened her tone. “Angelina introduced us. I am her friend. In fact, you probably didn’t know this, but Gamma Aurora grew up in my house. We are practically sisters. So you can trust me with anything that you want to tell her.”
Veronica still looked relucta
