Chapter4

In the days after Peregrine left, the small town saw rain again. I came back from outside to find a package at my door. I opened it. Inside was a thick wad of cash and targeted medication unavailable in domestic hospitals. I didn't touch the money, only pocketed the box of medicine. As I turned, I caught sight of a familiar figure standing at the alley's entrance, hidden behind an Lilac tree, his suit jacket billowing in the wind. Peregrine didn't approach, just watched from a distance. On the third day after taking the medication, the pain really did lessen. I could sit up in bed, even support myself against the wall and slowly walk to the wicker chair in the yard to sunbathe. I hadn't been sitting long when there was a knock at the gate. It was Grandma Margot. She was the landlady of this small courtyard. Last time I moved in, she was the one who helped me unpack. "Dear, are you feeling better? You looked terrible a few days ago." Grandma Margot walked in, carrying a bowl o