OSWALD sat alone in his expansive office, the dim light filtering through the half closed blinds casting long shadows across the room. His gaze was fixed on the large window, but his mind was miles away, lost in a maze of memories and unsettling thoughts.
It had been already a month since Orlanda started working in the mansion, but the unease she stirred within him hadn't dissipated one bit.
That morning, as he had watched her serve breakfast while she was on the phone, something had struck him deeply. Her movements, the way she carried herself, the subtle flicker of irritation in her eyes when she thought no one was watching— it all reminded him of someone he had buried deep in the recesses of his mind.
Sophia.
His heart tightened as the name surfaced, unbidden and unwanted. Sophia,
