Dinner invitation
My investigation led me to an old family friend who agreed to share more over dinner. Her name was Mrs.
Bradford, someone I vaguely remembered from childhood gatherings. ‘Meet me at the diner on Elm Street,’ she suggested, her voice filled with a mysterious undertone.
As I prepared for the meeting, excitement and apprehension coursed through me. Could this finally be the moment I learned something substantial?
Only time would tell, and I was ready.