Aunt Harriet’s POV
My mind was reeling like a circus.
My mind kept going to the conversation both I and James had the other day about Grace. If any of it was true, then I had a lot of work than I thought. The last time a key had existed was centuries ago, and I had not even the slightest of ideas on how to go about them. As much as it sounds curious, keys have always been unpredictable.
I dialled Adelia’s number on my phone. I wondered if she had told Grace who she truly is.
She picked on the third ring and sounded sleepy.
“Harriet?” she croaked.
“Good afternoon, Adelia,” I said brightly. I was looking for the best way to ask her. Adelia can be close-mouthed.
“Yeah, did something happen?” she asked in alarm.
“No, nothing happened. Why?”.
“This call is sudden. So, that’s why
