The weekend went by quickly for Hope, she and Everly fell into a new routine at their new home. They helped in the kitchen each morning, despite Patty's protests, then they roamed the manor in the afternoon, learning as much as they could about the man that owned the home. His name was Mr. Marcherelli. The man was spoken about in whispers, a legend in his own right. He was well known amongst the north-enders. At least his name was. He was never actually seen in the north-end. He ran the black market, profiting by selling scarce goods and services to those willing to part with their hard earned cash.
"Where do you think this hallway leads?" Hope asked Everly, gesturing toward a hall at the end of a large set of stairs.
"Probably the family rooms, don't you think?" Everly asked.
Hope glan
