Amelia woke to the sound of raised voices.
At first, she thought she was dreaming.
Then a loud crash echoed through the hallway outside her bedroom, followed by the unmistakable sound of someone shouting.
She sat upright immediately.
The digital clock on the bedside table read six fifteen in the morning.
Another crash.
This time closer.
Amelia threw aside the blankets and hurried toward the door. The moment she stepped into the hallway, she nearly collided with Sophia, whose face had gone completely pale.
“Mrs Kingston, please return to your room.”
“What happened?”
Sophia hesitated.
“There is an argument downstairs.”
“Between whom?”
Before Sophia could answer, a deep voice thundered through the mansion.
“How dare you walk into this house after what you’ve done?”
Amelia recog
