POV: Eleanor Hayes
At the Hayes Estate, a day after prom.
The rain fell nonstop.
Maxwell and Eleanor Hayes had not truly slept since prom night.
“That place… that family… I knew something was wrong.” Eleanor whispered, 'I told you that we shouldn't have released them,' her voice cracking.
She looked at him, trying to get a response.
Maxwell stayed silent.
His quietness was worse than any words.
It was never good when her calm husband had nothing to say.
They heard the front door open, a staff came in, closely followed by Lucas Mitz.
His youthful face was serious, lips pressed tight.
Two men followed closely behind him, one in a dark overcoat with a silver wolf emblem, he looked dangerous.
Eleanor stiffened.
Lucas took off his coat. “We have news,” he replied.
Maxwell
