*Estelle*
Val and I had taken a break to eat lunch. We were sitting across from each other in two plush chairs in the library and eating sandwiches Lucky had been kind enough to bring us. It was a nice break.
The morning had been unfruitful, again. We only had a few books left to check. I was determined to get through the rest of the records today, but I was distracted. I felt terrible about it. Val looked exhausted but he was still here helping me out. I owed it to him to put my best foot forward.
But I couldn't stop thinking about the conversation I'd overheard between Isolde and Charles. I was furious about the way they talked about Gabe.
Charles was a two-faced liar, that was clear. But why? What was motivating him to act this way? It couldn't just be that he wanted his daughte
