The Secret Truffle Trail

Stella

The small shop smells like old wood and rare spices as Vance and I step through the doors. We stop for a moment, glancing warily at one another.

“You’re sure this is the place?” I whisper.

Vance nods and checks the address that the local grocer wrote down for him on a slip of paper one last time. “This is it,” he says quietly.

We step further into the dimly lit shop and look around; there’s