Following Mrs. Peters’ Lead
Guided by Mrs. Peters’ hint, Jake and I set off on our quest. We visited bus stations like determined detectives, poring over dusty records and timelines. Every page we flipped, every question we asked, carried the weight of hope and the fear of overlooking something crucial. Time stretched and warped around our search as we chased shadows and clues, clinging to the hope that they would finally lead us to something concrete.
Following Mrs. Peters’ Lead
Slow But Hopeful Progress
Hours slipped by as we methodically combed through ticket records like treasure hunters, a mix of satisfaction and endless frustration in the dusty halls of the past. Jake teetered between hope and exasperation, carefully piecing together the story one thread at a time. We knew we were onto something significant and resolved to stay the course, undeterred by the slow pace of our progress.
Slow But Hopeful Progress
