The drive home was a blur of streetlights and racing thoughts. Tiffany pulled into her driveway, the familiar sight of her family’s sprawling estate doing little to calm her nerves. She needed to talk to someone, someone who always understood.
“Emma will know what to do,” she muttered, heading towards Emma’s room.
She knocked on her door, but no one answered.
“Um…Miss Tiffany.”
She turned around and smiled at their housekeeper. “Yes, Alison?”
“Miss Emma went to the dentist with Sky. She won’t be home for a few hours. Is there something you need?” Alison asked.
“No. Where is Dad?” she asked.
“Mr. Foster went out of town to take care of something.”
“Where is John?” Tiffany asked.
“I hadn’t seen him since he went to the pool house this morning,” Alison said.
Tiffany headed toward th
