The Mystery Beyond the Red Cliff Mountains [Part 3]
And yet, Lane knew something the ordinary citizens didn't.
She knew about the shady deal Felberta had made with Brinda. She also knew that something wasn't quite right about the woman's sudden success. A shop didn't rise that quickly without a reason, and Lane had no intention of blindly accepting the convenient explanation that Felberta was simply talented.
That knowledge changed everything.
Every good deed became a reason to be suspicious. Every generous gesture made Lane wonder what the woman stood to gain.
Was Felberta genuinely kind?
Or was she simply very good at pretending?
One afternoon, Lane stood on a rooftop across from the orphanage. Her black eyes followed Felberta as the woman stepped outside.
The setting sun bathed the street in warm orange light. The sounds of children laughing drifted over the orphanage walls, carrying a sense of peace that seemed almost out of place in a world like this.
