Lila’s POV
The old lady finally left the next morning, and the whole house felt like it could breathe again. The scary assistants packed up all the heavy leather bags, and the big black cars drove away down the long driveway.
The second the front doors clicked shut, the freezing air in the mansion seemed to warm up. Even Arthur looked like he wasn't afraid of losing his job anymore. I finally felt like I could walk around without checking every single corner for a walking cane.
I didn't want to stay in my bedroom, so I went downstairs to the kitchen. I didn't feel like sitting at the giant, formal dining table after the nightmare dinner from last night.
Instead, I just sat right on top of the marble kitchen counter, swinging my bare legs back and forth. I had a big ceramic bowl of su
