Hour Of Scouring The Barn
Despite an hour of scouring the barn, Jemma had unearthed nothing out of the ordinary.
Close to surrendering, she’d even ventured into the old loft, ascending the precarious ladder, only to find it devoid of clues. Nonetheless, it granted her a different viewpoint.
Peering down at the barn floor, pondering her father’s puzzling decision to bequeath this decrepit place to her, a glimmer of realization dawned upon her. It was in that moment that she spotted something significant.