The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0630

Julian, Nicholas, Tiffany, Veronica, and I piled into a pair of inconspicuous looking cars and drove to small town. It took around 45 minutes, during which, Tiffany sat amazed at the many dials and knobs that made up the center console of this older-model sedan.

"No touchscreen," she said for the fourth time. She couldn't seem to believe it.

Nicholas followed Julian into the village and parked on main street, where a few shops and restaurants took up residence in a stretch of older brick buildings. There was a park at the end of the road, with a graveyard off to the side of it behind a tall gate.

After we had parked and reconvened on the sidewalk, Julian said, "We should split up so we don't seem so conspicuous, Nicholas, you and Piper head south. Veronica -*

"I will investigate the cemetery," Veronica said.

Julian considered this, then nodded. "Tiffany and I will go north."

We each were equipped with the most recent photo of the older couple that we could find. Then we parted ways.

Nicholas and I went into the grocery store first. After all, the couple would need their groceries. However, most of the employees there were too young to remember the couple. Disappointed but not deterred, we left that store and tried another.

We went to a barber shop, a pharmacy, a gas station, and finally a local shop with cards and knick-knacks. The woman at the counter at the knick-knack shop was older than most of the other people we had encountered.

Still, even in a small town, there was no certainty everyone would know everyone else.

Yet when I showed her the photo of the couple, her whole body went rigid. "They're long dead now. Whatever they did, you won't get the truth from them."

Hope soared in my heart. "You knew them? All we are looking for is information."

"I don't know what to tell you, sweetie," she said. Her nametag read Mary. "They moved into town suddenly, appearing in a house that had sat empty for years seemingly overnight. But they kept to themselves."

"You didn't speak with them?" I asked.

"Not any more than "hey, how are you.' Well... except for this one time..." Mary tapped her finger to her chin. "What happened?" Nicholas prompted.

us both over, as if trying to deem if we were trustworthy. She must have decided, because she leaned forward at

in from time to time, pick up a card or two, or buy a newspaper. The husband, I saw him more than the wife. He was always going on walks. Seemed

makes you think that?" Nicholas

how things worked. I was happy to help. He was trying to track down a pair of twins. They were in foster care, he said, but he didn't know where. He didn't even know their names. It was all very

That grief-guilt look. I figured the twins were grandchildren, but

This was very important news! If the lost princesses weren't dead, then we had a chance of ending this war once and for

followed their trek from the border,

some babies.

still had a ton of work to do. But it

her head. "He gave it to me and asked me

have

really never get rid of

you mind looking for it?" Nicholas asked. "It could be incredibly beneficial to

at him. "Your... search? Just what are you kids

as him," I said. "We're trying to find those

out of foster care by

is the best lead we have,"

disappeared into a back room. We could hear her shuffling around in there, searching through stacks of papers and

then," Nicholas said, while

same conclusion. "A picture would help. I hoped. Truthfully, all babies tended

the front of

was grainy and slightly fuzzy, but in it were a pair of babies with identical

Nicholas. He looked at it for a long time

saying goodbye to Mary, we walked toward the cemetery, which had been our agreed upon meeting place. Veronica was standing near a plain headstone with

arrived at the

said, "was how

the photo. "But Mary at the card shop thankfully never gets rid of anything." I conveyed Mary's story