Truth or death

Previously

…Eleanor closed the locket, her fingers tightening around it. The pragmatist in her knew they were still in grave danger. But the observer in her had found a thread. A thread that led, she suspected, not just to their captor, but to the heart of why they were all here. And for the first time, a sliver of hope, however fragile, began to bloom in the darkness. The game was far from over, but now, they had a direction. They had a clue. And Eleanor Vance intended to follow it, no matter where it led.