Forty-one:
Ransom Tanager
It seemed redundant to say that Willa Matheson had gone mad when I was standing in her old room at an asylum. A room that had Pipers face all over the place. The drawings were concerning. But drawings weren’t what I was looking for. I was looking for answers about everything. I needed to find out what had happened to Piper.
There was a nightstand off to the side of the bed. I opened it, not knowing what I would find. Or if I would even find anything at all. But much to my dismay, when I opened the drawer it was empty. I tore the room inside out. Even the bed and the mattress. I was certain I would never be allowed back in. But that was why I was lucky that I had money to throw at problems.
I was so certain that I would find the truth there. Wh
