Ah, that explained why I had never seen her before. After all, Holly looked about the same age as Evelyn and me. And if she had attended the same classes as us, we would have crossed paths at some point.
"You can come with me, I’ll take you downstairs," Holly said, seeming eager to change the subject.
We went down a narrow staircase, covered in dust and cobwebs. The lights above us flickered weakly. The air down there smelled of wood and mold. Holly opened an iron door, revealing a room full of cabinets and shelves packed tightly together.
"Here are the municipal archives. Newspapers, birth records, death records, property… even some diaries and letters that residents donated over the years," Holly explained, gesturing to the room. "I’ll leave you to search for what you need. If you nee
