The familiar house stood quietly at the end of the tranquil neighborhood, its ground-floor windows exuding bright, warm light.
The sky had completely darkened, the streetlights on both sides of the road making the surroundings even more peaceful. Heidi slowed down the car a bit and, within the last hundred meters approaching the house, she used slow, deep breaths to gradually adjust her emotions.
She had helped Fanna calm down, but she knew that her own mind was not as relaxed and detached as she appeared to be.
The scene of saying goodbye to her father seemed to have happened just a moment ago; at that time, she had no idea what would happen in the City-State—but her father seemed to have realized something then.
It was a belated leave-taking, marked by death.
Her father had told her to seek refuge in the cathedral while he went to the antique shop in the Lower City District... but why did he go to that antique shop?
