The interior of Robert’s cottage was dimly lit, filled with mismatched furniture and stacks of old books. A faint smell of tobacco lingered in the air, mixed with the scent of something savory simmering in the kitchen. As Robert motioned for them to take a seat, Lily felt a wave of anticipation mingling with uncertainty.

“Look, I don’t want to dwell on the past,” Robert said, his tone rough yet weary. “But if you’re asking for answers, then I guess I can tell you what I know.”