Noah paced in his bedroom, the door closed and locked though Zara had gone to work an hour ago. He’d decided to start with Louisa, as his sister could tell him how their mother would react with near exactness.
But she wouldn’t pick up the phone. So he hung up without leaving a message. She’d see he’d called, and she’d call him back when she was done with whatever obligation she was dealing with.
His stomach writhed as if he’d swallowed a nest of vipers for breakfast. As it was, he’d sipped a cup of coffee while Zara slathered peanut butter and Nutella on two slices of bread, grabbed a banana, and tucked a protein bar into her purse.
She’d flashed him a smile, kissed him quickly, and left through the garage door. He’d been sealed inside the mansion, but it didn’t smother him as much as i
