156 Doubts.

Grace rubbed her eyes which were beginning to ache, before standing up from her bed to stretch her sore muscles. She had been on her bed all day, with her laptop, trying to find news relating to any family tragedy that possibly happened twenty-seven years ago, but she was yet to see any that bore any semblance to the information Brad had given her. 

She turned to the door when she heard a knock on it, but before she could say a word Brenna opened the door and peered inside, "Hi!" 

"Hey! I'm completely famished. Is it time for dinner yet?" Grace asked with a yawn as she reached for her phone to check the time.

"It's past dinner time," Brenna said, with her eyes on Grace's laptop which was still on. 

"You would have known had you not been so carried away by whatever it is you're doing there," Brenna said as she walked further into the room and sat down on the bed.