Not wanting the islanders to link her with this man and stir up gossip that might upset her grandfather, Marlowe chose not to follow Mitchel and headed straight home instead.
As soon as Marlowe got home, she noticed her grandfather and Brock searching the yard for her. She quickly entered the yard and called out to them, “Uncle Brock, Grandpa.”
Her grandfather visibly relaxed at the sight of her and gently scolded, “Where have you been? Always in a rush.”
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Marlowe, feeling a bit guilty, explained, “I realized I left my basket on the beach, so I went back to find it, But I didn’t find it yet.”
Granger sighed and said, “Your uncle already brought it back for you.”
Brock set the basket down and grinned. “Here you go. I have to head back now. My little ones are waiting for me.”
Marlowe nodded and waved goodbye to Brock with her grandfather. Once Brock was gone, her grandfather couldn’t resist voicing his concern.
“You’re so careless, always misplacing things. You need to be more careful, or you’ll lose more than just items.”
Marlowe smiled, took her grandfather’s arm, and tried to lighten the mood. “As long as I have you at home, Grandpa, I know everything will be alright.”
She then led him inside, attempting to cheer him up. “I made breakfast this morning. Let’s eat together.”
Granger gave her a resigned smile and agreed, “Okay then.”
After they had breakfast, Granger went for a walk, while Marlowe stayed behind to tidy the kitchen. Then, she went upstairs to her room.
Opening her door, she saw the medical kit and Mitchel’s blood-stained clothes. The room felt incredibly empty, and a wave of sadness washed over her.
Marlowe ran her hand over the neatly made bed, shook off the creeping negativity, and jumped onto the bed with a grin.
After spending the last two nights on the couch, she was thrilled to be back in her own bed.
Just then, her phone buzzed with urgency. It was her best friend from the capital, Milly, bombarding her with messages.
“Reply to me!”
“Say something!”
Realizing Milly’s concern, Marlowe quickly replied, “Relax, I’m still alive. What’s up?”
Milly wasted no time responding, “Mr. Spears is holding auditions again. It’s for a major project. You should come back and try it out. I bet you’ll get picked.”
Once, such news would have sent Marlowe rushing back. But after her time in Eleymond, her enthusiasm had diminished.
Staring at her phone, Marlowe let out a heavy sigh and texted back, “What? Am I auditioning for another corpse role?”
There was a brief pause before Milly reassured her, “It’s a small part, but it matters. This time your character has five Lines before dying. It’s still a chance to shine on screen.”