10

Raindrops gently tapped against the windowpane, creating a soothing rhythm that accompanied Bernie's usual tea-making ritual. Today, however, there was an extra layer of anticipation in the air. El was coming home, and the prospect of their reunion brought an added sparkle to Bernie's eyes.

Bernie, despite her ailments and occasional visits to the doctor, possessed an unwavering optimism that breathed life into her daily activities. Lately, she had taken to singing along with the radio, reveling in the simple joy it brought her. Today was no exception as she hummed along to the tunes, eagerly awaiting El's arrival.

As El stepped through the front door, the aroma of a delectable feast filled her senses, causing her to pause in surprise. The kitchen table was adorned with an assortment of mouthwatering dishes—scones, buttered toast, eggs, beans, bacon, pasta, cheese, salad, and even a fruit cocktail. It was a spread fit for a grand celebration, rather than a simple tea for two.

El couldn't help but laugh. "Gran, this is a feast! It's just the two of us, not a crowd!"

Bernie beamed, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Well, my dear, I thought you might be famished after a long day at school. Don't worry, we'll savor every bite together. I can't have you wasting away, now can I?"

Sitting down to enjoy their bountiful tea, El and Bernie engaged in delightful conversation. They shared stories of El's school projects, current events, and humorous anecdotes that had brightened their days. The room resonated with their laughter and warmth, creating a cherished memory.

As the meal came to an end, Bernie's weariness became apparent. El lovingly escorted her grandmother to her room, ensuring she could rest comfortably. Returning to the kitchen, El found herself faced with a mountain of dishes. Undeterred, she rolled up her sleeves, determined to conquer the task at hand.

With the radio playing in the background, El immersed herself in the rhythm of cleaning. As she dusted the shelves, her gaze fell upon an old, velvety blue photo album adorned with golden corners. Curiosity piqued, she gently opened it to reveal the treasures within. The first page unveiled a photograph of a young couple deeply in love—captivating blue eyes met her gaze, while wavy brown hair cascaded around an enchanting smile. El couldn't help but be captivated by the image, a glimpse into the past.

Returning the album to its rightful place, El continued her cleaning spree. Suddenly, a breaking news announcement interrupted the radio program, causing her to freeze in place.

"Twelve people have been found brutally murdered inside Larson Farmhouse in Otokis City. Each victim bears a stab wound to the chest and a distinct marking on their necks. Shock and pallor indicate a possible drain of blood. The victims include nine adults, two children, and a baby. The investigation is currently underway..."

A shudder coursed through El's body. Twelve people... Otokis City... It couldn't be... Seth?

Her mind raced, grappling with the unthinkable possibility. She couldn't ignore the mounting evidence, but she also couldn't dismiss the memories they shared—their deep connection, the genuine moments of friendship, and even the tender kiss they had shared.

Amidst the storm of confusion and doubt, one thought prevailed: Should she have implanted the spyware on Seth from the very beginning?

Without hesitation, El reached for her bag and retrieved her phone. Her trembling fingers dialed a number etched into her memory, connecting her to Norman, the enigmatic figure who had entrusted her with this crucial mission.

"El," Norman's voice exuded a calm reassurance.

"V... V.9.12," El paused, her voice quivering. "Otokis City."

"Come to me, and we shall discuss it," Norman responded.

Within the hour, El found herself seated before Norman, her head throbbing with the weight of her revelations. He handed her a drink infused with purple leaves, promising to calm her frayed nerves.

Apologizing for her shortcomings as a spy, El admitted, "I didn't think Seth could..."

"But he could, and he did," Norman interjected, his gaze unwavering.

Overwhelmed, El sought to convey the depth of her connection with Seth, the doubts and conflicting emotions that consumed her. However, Norman's stern response struck her like a blow.

"Do you think I randomly selected you and placed the fate of humanity in your hands? I have seen betrayal, young spy. I understand more than you realize."

Norman's words seared into El's consciousness. Doubt, anger, and a resolute determination swirled within her. She would not falter in her duty.

"I will implant the spyware," El declared, meeting Norman's unwavering gaze. "I won't hold back."

A warning glint flashed in Norman's eyes. "And remember, you must never reveal Project B to him. Seth remains in the dark."

"Project B?" El inquired, a flicker of confusion clouding her thoughts.

Norman's disapproving gaze bore into her. "Have you forgotten already? Familiarize yourself once more." He tossed a file in her direction, a tangible reminder of the extraordinary task that awaited her.

As El closed the front door behind her, she inhaled deeply, desperately seeking clarity amidst the storm raging within her. Stepping into the serene living room, she noticed with surprise that it had been meticulously cleaned—Bernie's handiwork, no doubt.

"Gran, I should have done the cleaning," El chided softly as she ascended the stairs to Bernie's room.

Bernie smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting a lifetime of wisdom. "Sometimes, my dear, we all need to find our own purpose, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant. It gives us a sense of fulfillment. You have yours, and I have mine."

El lingered at the doorway, her thoughts consumed by the turmoil within her. Seeking guidance, she posed a question to her wise grandmother, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"What would you do if you felt betrayed by someone you trust? When the evidence points against them, yet your heart and mind find it hard to believe?"

Bernie considered the question, her crinkled eyes radiating understanding. "In such moments, dear, you must listen to your gut. Trust your instincts. Life is filled with uncertainties, and not everything can be proven with evidence alone. Remember, Eliana, that time has a way of reshaping our perspective. What seems overwhelming today may become a mere blip on the map of your life's journey."

El's face lit up with a newfound sense of hope. "Thank you, Grandma," she whispered, gratitude filling her heart.

As she retreated from Bernie's room, El carried those words with her. Uncertain of what lay ahead, she embarked on a path where trust and duty intertwined, eager to uncover the truth that awaited her.