Inheritance of Secrets

en or heard from in years. The only clue to her whereabouts was a cryptic note that read, "Follow the money." The protagonist, a young and ambitious journalist, smelled a story and s

gle attachment. She hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was a virus or a prank, but her curiosity got the best of her. She clicked on the attachment and saw a map with a red X marking a location in the middle of nowhere. The only text in the email was, "Meet me there at midnight." Sarah felt a chill run down her spine, but she couldn't resist the opportunity. She grabbed her camera, her notebook, and her pepper spray, and headed out into the night.

ar to turn back now. "Fine," she said. "What's the riddle?" The figure handed her a slip of paper. "I am not alive, but I grow; I don't have lungs, but I need air; I don't have a mouth, but I need water; What am I?" Sarah read the riddle and felt a pang of anxiety. She wasn't good at riddles, and this one seemed particularly tricky. She racked her brain for a few minutes, trying to come up with an answer, but nothing came to mind. The figure watched her with a hint of amusement. "Time's up," they said. "Do you give up?" Sarah to