Cryptic conversation
During the meeting, she spoke cryptically about ‘mistakes of the past’ and mentioned an old family cabin that might hold more answers.
‘Your parents weren’t saints, and neither were your siblings,’ she said while nibbling on her salad.
‘There’s an old cabin upstate, filled with memories and secrets.’ Her words were like breadcrumbs leading me to another clue.
I thanked her for her time, my mind racing with possibilities. That cabin was my next destination.