Retrace

Chapter Fourteen

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Miss Vivianne had a hint that I am someone special. I wouldn't say special about me though. The moment Cyril came in the other day with me at his back Miss Vivianne knew that I'm of a different league. She is yet to know my name too. So when we returned in the dead of the night, Cyril filled her in. She was just silently listening to him. After a small nod she smiled and bid us good night.

At the break of dawn, we left. We were carrying nothing because of that recent train incident. Now we had to borrow some clothes from the orphanage and we now look like three ordinary people walking to the station. Because it was too early, we decided to walk casually before we leave Prim.

We stopped for a while in front of the former Martin house. It's just all ashes now with a couple of burning cinders here and there. News spread immediately about what happened. The gossips are all different but the truth about this will all come from Cyril.

After just what happened, I suddenly had the feeling that I've seen Cyril before, or maybe I've heard of him somewhere. It's someone close to the family. Maybe it's my Aunt Anna Therin's son? I was still five when her son went missing nine years ago. Come to think of it, if that was nine years ago, Cyril was 12 then since he's 21 now. On the year he was adopted, it was also the year when he left. Eight years later, he returned and burned the house down. That's roughly nine years.

Could it be?

Now that it came to this, I did meet Cyril in the central right before the fire. He introduced himself as Cyril Martin. But there's still that possibility that Aunt Anna's son is the same as Cyril. still, coincidences can happen.

At exactly seven in the morning, we boarded the train. The third-class train car is a bit crowded but I'm starting to like how commoners actually live. It's a very simple life. the three of us sat down in the middle seats, with Cyril and the back and Cassius beside me. I propped my arm up the windowsill and balanced my head on my knuckle. I felt something cold touch my cheek then remembered I still have the ring on my thumb. It's surprising how I never actually forget to wear this thing. When I glanced at Cassius, it looks like he's also wearing the pin crest on his left collar. As for Cyril, I bet the thing he passed to Edward Martin is the silver Martin crest.

No sooner did the train start moving that the car was completely filled up. I sighed as the surroundings started to change. I'm hoping for a smooth journey home this time.

What I expected as a happy, smooth journey home turned out to be a quiet and restrictive one. The two are very still and they aren't even talking, not even a single word. It gives me slight goose bumps. Now that I've seen what their personalities are, I've changed my views about them. I expected that they would at least be a little more confident when with me. Besides, sitting here in the noisiest parts of the train would seem a bit unnatural if we act a little stiff.

I turned to Cassius. He instinctively turned away. "There's something I want to know right now."

Cassius looked at me with a nervous eye. He sighed deeply. He stiffly turned to me.

"There are two things I have in mind," I said, holding up two fingers. "One question for each of you." I turned to Cyril. I saw him look back at the window. I know he's listening to me. "I think you already know what that is."

Cassius gave out a dry laugh. "I'm sorry, but I don't actually know what it is."

My finger gave a little twitch. "Okay then, I'll spell it out for you. how the hell did you know we were in Prim? I remember you've been sightseeing for a very short time only and there is no way you could have known we were there. And you were in the right time too. Or is it that you and Cyril are doing communications behind my back?"