I walked back to the town, my thoughts swirling with the implications of what I had just learned—or rather, what I had not been told. Something had happened here, something that the mother and son were keeping to themselves.
The pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place, but there were still too many missing for me to see the full picture.
When I arrived at the mayor's office, I found him pacing near his desk, his fingers tapping nervously against the wood. He looked up as I entered, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hope.
"Did you find anything?" the mayor asked, his voice tinged with a mix of anxiety and expectation.
I kept my expression neutral, my face a practiced mask of calm. "Nothing conclusive," I replied evenly. "There's no logical explanation that I can see at the moment. The blight doesn't seem to have a natural cause."
