THIS IS WRONG?

NOAH

— You must be looking for my son, am I right? — she asks, I shake my head. — I think you better come in, we have a lot to talk about!

Hearing this my heart races, I feel that something is wrong, that something has happened to Andrew. She invites us into the house, pushes the door aside and lets us in. I go in, followed by my brother and brother-in-law. The room is not very large, there are some paintings of flowers and landscapes on the wall, a large wooden table with many seats, in the corner of the room by the window.

— Feel free! — she says, goes through the door next to the table, and then returns with a tray, with a china vase and some glasses of the same material. — Here's fresh water for you to drink, I think you walked a long way to get here.

— Yeah. — I answer, put my backpack on the floor, in the corner of the door, and then sit at the table, take a glass and pour water into it. — You said we have a lot to talk about, does that mean Andrew? Did something happen to him?