Jerica's mind raced with possibilities, none of them good.
"Is... is this right?" she asked, her voice unnaturally calm as she tried to make sense of what she was reading. "Elizabeth Evans?"
The old man nodded, his expression full of quiet resolve. "Yes, ma'am. I'm trying to get some details about her."
Jerica's mind spun. Why on earth would he need information about her mother? Her hands trembled slightly as she processed the implications. This couldn't be a coincidence.
Clearing her throat, Jerica forced a smile and nodded. "Alright," she said, her voice barely betraying the panic bubbling up inside her. "I'll need a little time to process this request. It might take a few days to gather everything."
The man nodded politely, oblivious to the turmoil his simple request had caused. "Thank you," he said, tipping his hat before turning to leave.
