Investigation Log – V. Grant, Day 12

Miss Fischer was... unsettled. A woman not fond of attention, and certainly not of questions. Every word seemed to weigh on her, as though speaking itself carried risk.

I attempted to ease the tension, even offered her a small riddle to shift the mood. It did little.

The investigation moves slowly. The village, meanwhile, continues to rebuild, as if eager to forget what happened rather than understand it.

By chance, I met Sophia Johnson at Mia’s café today. We arranged to speak tomorrow. She appears to carry more than she realizes.

That alone makes her worth listening to.