Not answered to barby cant ken

Previously

…Barby nodded. She felt a strange mix of sadness and relief. The Sharge’s legacy was not what she had imagined. But the truth, however painful, was better than silence. She looked at the chimney one last time, then turned away. The past was not a prison. It was a story that needed to be told. As they walked back to the car, Barby’s phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number: “I saw you at the old house. I have information about Thomas Hartley’s descendant. Meet me at the library tomorrow at 10 a.m. Come alone.” She showed Ken. He frowned. “It could be a trap.” “Or it could be the missing piece,” she said. “I have to go.” The hook was set. The story was not over.