Nettie had read the note left to her several times. Finally she'd had tears in her eyes and left it on her dresser. She didn't want to call him selfish because he did so much for the community, church, and her. But hadn't she asked for such simple things? Talk to her? Let her know if he was leaving? Was it so much to ask? She was prepared to ignore the note. Let him know how it felt , but she couldn't ignore the poor girl who was probably alone and needed some help. If her brother was working and he merely paid for the room, how was she getting food?

She had gone to the inn but there was no one there. So she'd wandered and found herself by the church where a girl sat. It was a stretch, but she decided to give it a try. "Hello?" She asked to the young girl and knelt down to hopefully catch her attention. "Are you ah.. Mable, by any chance? I am Father Brennan's niece. "