“What’s all this about?”
Jeffrey frowned at the items I left in the living room. They were hard to miss.
He knew full well that those were all the gifts he and Ivor had given me over the years.
“What is she trying to do? Is she crazy?”
Ivor stopped before a pair of plaster figurines. They were crafted in our likeness, once my most treasured possession.
But there they were now, sat in the living room gathering dust. Annoyed, Ivor whipped out his phone to call me.
“Get Eleanor from her room right now.”
An unsettling feeling gnawed at Jeffrey. For some reason, he felt this time was different, as if I were intending to sever all ties with them.
They all felt a hint of panic, yet stubbornly refused to admit it. They were masking their guilt under the guise of indifference.
Half an hour of searching later, there was still no sign of me. They also discovered that I had blocked all three of their numbers.
Jeffrey was growing anxious. He had always believed I was in the wrong for what happened to Rhianne. In his eyes, his neglect and cold treatment were his way of avenging his real sister.
Nevertheless, he never thought of abandoning me, nor did he expect me to disappear from their lives.
“Mr. Shaw.”
A maid in the living room spoke up after finding a note and a bank card I had left behind.
