Meanwhile, Maria had just arrived home from college. The moment she stepped inside, she glanced around cautiously, making sure the house was empty.
After a thorough check confirmed she was alone, she wasted no time. She had work to do.
She slipped into Bernard's room, careful not to leave a trace.
Her hands moved swiftly, searching every possible hiding place, her heart pounding in anticipation. Yet, after what felt like forever, she found nothing.
Frowning, she paused, her mind racing. 'If the documents aren't here, then they must be somewhere more secure…'
Her gaze flickered toward the hallway. 'Beta Gilbert's room.'
Steeling herself, Maria shut Bernard's door and moved toward Gilbert's room. Doubt gnawed at her as she approached. Would the door be locked? It had to be.
But to her shock, it wasn't. The door stood wide open.
She hesitated, listening carefully. When no sound came from within, she knocked a few times just to be sure. Silence.
