~ Savannah’s POV ~
- - - - - One Week Later - - - - -
New Year’s Eve. There’s nothing quite like starting afresh as the new year rolls in. And with that thought in mind, I walk up the steps and make my way towards my dad’s bedroom where he’s currently resting. All the maids that I pass on my way bow their heads and there’s a sense of mystery in the air as everyone is shocked that there’s someone walking behind me.
* KNOCK! * KNOCK! *
I tap the door gently and push it back. Inside my dad’s bedroom, the fireplace is on and I can hear the crackling of the firewood. My dad is sitting on his bed, and his head is buried on the documents he’s reading. It’s New Year's Eve, he’s on bedrest, and yet he’s still working.
“Hey, dad…” I say cautiously, peeking my head in. “Can I come in?”
“Sure,”
