Arriving in the room, I rummaged through it.
It was filled with all sorts of potions, from air fresheners to cosmetics to bath salts.
They were gifts from Anais.
I picked up a bottle, undoubtedly a potion meant to aid recovery.
On my way back to Ella's room, I took out the message again.
However, no matter how many times I read it, there was no information beyond what was written.
There were a few vague ideas, but at this point, they were just speculative thoughts.
There was a lack of clues to draw a conclusion.
What exactly happened between Wonderstein and Ella was a mystery.
If I pressed her about it, maybe I could learn something.
But I couldn't bring myself to do it.
It would be delving into the child's painful memories.
And there was another reason it was difficult to ask.
I was the one who caused it.
Asking what happened back then would be strange.
