Caleb
It was the day of the party, and I was hiding in the spa. My sister would check my quarters as well as my office, but down here I should be safe for a while. I almost never came down here.
It was a rather new part of the packhouse, freshly renovated. I don’t know why I let Lora convince me to spend money on it. The people who lived in the packhouse all had bathrooms fine enough not to find much use for the spa. Sometimes a group of friends would book it for the evening to hang out, but it was rare.
The place looked good, though. The electrical lights simulated the flickering light of torches, and the decor was a mix of modern and rustic styles that created a cozy and warm atmosphere. There was a hot tub, sauna and a bar. I was sitting at the bar, nursing a gin and tonic. The spa
