"Of course I know her. Do you know where your mom went?" the man got straight to the point.
The little girl had been waiting for him to ask. She pointed with her small hand. "To my great-uncle's house. Mom said she was going to give them money. Grandma and Grandpa told me to call Mom for dinner, but I wouldn't. They were mean to me, so I had no choice but to brave the dark and walk here myself."
"When did you get here? And you were able to find your way?" The man suddenly grew wary.
'If Cecilia Adler took the train, she would have just arrived today, right?'
'Isn't she resting?'
'She's so cunning. She wouldn't be using her kid to set a trap for us, would she?'
"We arrived at noon," the little girl said truthfully. "And I explored the whole village this afternoon." Her mom had even praised her sense of direction, saying it was better than her dad's, because she had memorized the village paths right away.
But that part wasn't in her mother's script, so she couldn't say it.
