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 had handed over without thinking twice. It wasn’t like there was anything valuable at the house. Still… It was a strange decision.
On the second day, she tried calling. No answer. She tried again later. Still nothing. Altha frowned. “Probably just busy,” she muttered. But as the hours passed, her thoughts started shifting. What if she had misread the situation?
What if no one else had helped for a reason? She shook her head. No. She had heard that voice herself. There was no way that had been fake. Still, something about the silence didn’t sit right.