Mr. Derrick's POV
"Well, I think I recognise you from somewhere.” Shirley heard her grandmother murmur, with a faint yet inquisitive tone.
"Are you Mr. and Mrs. Moore's only son?" Or am I mistaking you for someone I used to know? She stopped talking, leaving me confused and racking my brains.
I scowled as I attempted to locate her, my thoughts whirling with potential outcomes. There was an obvious sense of uncertainty, like a riddle that begged to be answered.
"Yes, I am the sole son of the Moores’," I answered, keeping my gaze fixed on hers as my mind raced over the past and attempted to put together how this elderly woman had known my late parents.
Though it was elusive, I could feel the link hovering just beyond my grasp, like a buried memory beckoning to be discovered.
My gaz
