Chapter 22 The Threat of Death

"I looked up some local cuisine online. There's one that looks really delicious, but it's a bit far, and if we go late, we'll have to wait in line!"

Over the past few years, the people Fiona had been around were either cunning and scheming or decadent. It had been many, many years since she had seen someone as innocent and carefree as Harold. For a brief moment, Fiona saw a glimpse of her past self before the dramatic changes. Warm and earnest.

"Okay, since I'm treating you to a meal, whatever you choose is up to you."

Fiona patiently nodded, as if coaxing a child. Harold's excitement was palpable. Fiona grabbed her bag and left the house with Harold. Autumn in New Port, with yellow leaves filling the streets and alleyways, created a charming atmosphere. Fiona sat in the passenger seat, lazily listening to Harold's excited introduction of the sights along the way. He had seemed to make a lot of preparations. Fiona responded with indifference, not showing much enthusiasm. But in Harold