As I mentally reviewed all this, I realized that my path to unraveling the secrets of this village would be a long one.
I let out a sigh and glanced at the wall clock: it was 6:30 p.m. Two hours! I had been absorbed in the library, completely oblivious to the fact that I was supposed to be helping Glenda with the chores. I got up quickly and left the room. My neck and back ached from poor posture, but it was bearable.
I went downstairs straight to the kitchen, drawn by the delicious aroma wafting through the air. It smelled like dinner was already prepared. I wondered if Eddie was already there.
My steps slowed as I approached the kitchen, and I cleared my throat.
There was palpable tension between us, and I couldn't think of how to break the ice.
First of all, our relationship had
