Emma sighed as she scooped up a spoonful of cereal soaked in milk and held it to Nana's lips.
The little girl happily munched on the crunchy bites while Emma quietly sorted through her thoughts.
Last night, she had been awake for a long time thinking about what she heard from her father. Everything about those scripture and the illustration.
What bothered her the most was the sudden evidence Jeromy and maybe others must have found of that era. Who could have even recorded it? Was it even real? And if it was, would they actually make a connection once William's secret would be revealed.
Because she knew, sooner or later it would come out.
'Haah…again I am…'
She had woken up late, yet surprisingly, she wasn't the last to reach the table. Sherry was missing, and so was William.
She had run into William in the hallway earlier. He said he was returning after a run.
He didn't look upset, even after she had clearly told him she couldn't share what she had heard from her father.
