The meeting went well. Better than expected, actually. But Altha found herself distracted more than once. Her mind kept drifting back to the woman at the airport. To the child. To the keys she’d handed over without a second thought. It wasn’t like there was anything valuable at the house. Still… it had been an odd decision.
On the second day, she tried calling. No answer. She tried again later. Still nothing. Altha frowned. Probably just busy, she muttered to herself. But as the hours passed, her thoughts began to shift. What if she’d misread the situation?
What if no one else had helped for a reason? She shook her head. No. She’d heard that voice herself. There was no way it had been fake. Still, the silence unsettled her.
