Chapitre 93: Ink and Embers: Failed As A Guardian

Her expression grew with confusion as she cast a downward glance. "What's this?" she asked, her voice tinged with both interest and worry.

Her eyes flew over the area, scouring every crevice of the porch for any unnoticeable signs of an intruder. Surprisingly, the peace of the day was unchanged, and there was no sign of an uninvited guest. She carefully stepped up the porch stairs, keeping an eye out for any strange noises or movements. 

She knelt down, the weathered wooden steps cooling on her skin, her fingers shaking with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation. She carefully took up the mysterious package, running her hands along its borders to feel the texture. 

A tornado of emotions flickered in her eyes like flickering candlelight, emphasizing the uncertainty of the situation as her curiosity and her mounting apprehension engaged in a heated emotional war.