Where the Vows Go to Die

Previously

…“Sophia,” I said, my voice barely audible. “I think… I think I need to talk to Silas Croft.” The thought was terrifying, but also exhilarating. It was a lead, a tangible direction in this fog of uncertainty. I knew, with a certainty that settled deep within my bones, that the answer to the mystery of where our vows had gone to die lay somewhere in the unspoken past, a past that Silas Croft, with his unsettling stillness, might hold the key to. The dust motes in the attic seemed to swirl with a new purpose, no longer just specks of forgotten time, but fragments of a truth waiting to be uncovered. My detective work was far from over.