Amy Stone
It's barely an hour since the drama disappeared and my throat feels unbearably dry, I try to call out for Genevieve and other staff, but no one answers. I glance at the watch and afternoon, they are probably having their lunch.
The house is quiet, too quiet, and the faint sensation of the heater does nothing to soothe my nerves. I decide to get some water myself and make my way downstairs, my thoughts racing.
I couldn't help it but Chad keeps coming to mind and his sudden change of heart, his desperate pleas earlier. I can’t tell if he’s sincere or if it’s all another act.
From almost murdering me to being a new saint.
As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I hear soft sobbing coming from the balcony. I pause, turning to see Chad standing there, hands gripping the railing, ey
