Truth

"It's not really my place to tell you. Why don't I fix us something to eat. I'll make a call and we can go on from there," she said.

"Why isn't it your place to tell me? Tell me what?" I asked.

"Tell you why you ended up here, Marshall. It's not my place. But I can take you to the one who should tell you."

"And then what?"

"And then you can find out the truth," she said.

The truth. That seemed to be something that was lacking of late.

"Who is this person?" 

"Be patient. You'll find out soon enough," she said.