Chapter: 1115

Marlin was a good man, and her sharp words felt unwarranted.

After lunch, they split up.

Norah scrolled through her phone, sending recent photos of Ivy and Reggie to Marlin. Their targets: anyone in town over forty, the generation with the Longest memory.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues.

Marlin and Norah met back at the stall, their faces etched with disappointment. The search had yielded nothing.

Dejected, Norah slumped back in her chair. This town, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a dead end.

Just as she was about to lose all hope, a voice broke through the silence.

“Excuse me, young Lady!"

A middle-aged woman jogged towards them, gasping for breath.

“You're looking for someone, aren't you? I just talked to my grandma, and she thinks she might know them!"

A sliver of hope pierced through Norah's despair.

"She used to sell vegetables here," the woman continued, “knew half the town. I described them, and it jogged her memory."

“Can we talk to her? We've been searching for them for so long.”

Norah's voice trembled with a mix of anticipation and exhaustion.

“We're here to look for my family. We have photos, but no address.

It's been a long shot."

Norah grasped the woman's hand, her eyes wide with anticipation.

Norah's beauty was undeniable, and it was hard to deny her when she looked so earnest. And it explained why the middle-aged woman would mention Norah's search to her grandmother and even relayed new information to Norah.

"No problem. Come with me."

Norah and Marlin followed the woman until they encountered an old lady with gray hair.

"The people you're looking for are likely from Bay Village. You might want to head there."

“Thank you, ma'am."

Afterward, the middle-aged woman insisted they stay for dinner.

Gratefully, they accepted, and then departed.