Back in their home, Madeline quickly changed from her wet dress into something more light and comfortable before stepping out of her room. She joined Cassian in the open library, who was presently busy going through the boxes of Late uncle William's, bringing out a thick book and blowing off the dust that surfaced the hard brown cover.
"What are you doing?" Sitting beside a chair that faced him, Madeline's gaze lingered on his unreadable expression for a few seconds before shifting to the book he opened. Quietly moving closer, Madeline stole a glance at the page, and it was the same book that had the names of missing / dead people written on it - the strange book that was owned by uncle William's.
