What was it that the old lady wanted to strike?
Ayra stuck her ear to the window so she could try to hear the whole conversation but their voices were low. She could barely hear the old woman.
“She’s going down tomorrow,” That was when it all clicked.
The chilly feeling Frieda got, the locked cabinet, and the uneasy feeling she too got whenever she was close to the housekeeper. The housekeeper might have been poisoning the Luna.
“What the hell?” She whispered. “I’ve got to tell Devin.” While she was distracted for a second or two, the housekeeper made her way to the door. It was when she heard the clicking of the handle that she ran and hid behind a tree. She watched as the lady scanned the surroundings before leaving entirely.
Ayra came out of her hiding place and ran to her room
