(Nisha)
I gaped. Ezowny, the one we were staying with for months? We rarely saw him but. The windmill, the strange bits of conversation. What did it all mean? How much did Soleil know about him or choose to ignore? By the sounds of it, the woman sitting before us had somewhat of a sour history with my mentor.
“I’ve answered your questions,” the woman said, “now it’s my turn.”
My hands felt clammy, so I clasped them in my lap. “Okay.” I couldn’t meet her eyes; I was trying to process all of this.
“One second,” Cameron cut in, turning to me. “Is that the one whose windmill we saw?” he asked with wide eyes. I nodded once.
“What did he ask you to do?” she asked me, ignoring Cameron.
“We were, we were to re-route a river to supply his windmill. He couldn’t move it or build it elsewhere…”
