In most TV shows or novels, when the protagonist discovers a major clue in a dusty pile of old papers, they can usually follow the trail, tracking down leads and unearthing truths buried in history one by one.
But in real life, there is no guiding hand laying out the truth for you on the path ahead.
When Mai Mingle waited with anticipation for Chaisi to hand her the next box of books, the next record, she found him simply sitting as he was, hands folded, giving her a slight shrug.
"What next book? There isn't one," he said. "Didn't you just read to the end?"
Yes, but—
Mai Mingle opened her mouth, not even knowing where to begin with her questions.
She met Chaisi's gaze for a few seconds and, seeing his utterly oblivious expression, she turned back to read the final notes one more time.
