Chapter 509

Andrew turned to look at Debra, his gaze assessing.

Debra asked, "Is something wrong?"

Andrew pressed her lips into a thin line, reaching out to button up Debra's coat.

"It's cold. Go home."

"Alright."

Even in his wool sweater, Andrew looked drawn.

Debra whispered, "I'm sorry for troubling you today."

She should have realized that Andrew wasn't well. The late-night chill was biting, and she had selfishly dragged him out there to satisfy her curiosity.

"Curiosity is natural," Andrew said, reading her thoughts. "If I hadn't brought you tonight, you probably wouldn't have slept well."

Debra wheeled him forward. After a moment of silence, she asked, "Is your family's ancestral hall like ours?"

"Similar," Andrew replied. "Our families are locals. The Houstons and the Osbornes came later."

Debra nodded. "Could there be secrets hidden in the ancestral hall that we don't know about?"

Andrew's tone was noncommittal. "Maybe."

Debra understood the subtext. If there were any secrets t