Chapter Eight
The stately mansion takes on an empty feel as Alex leads Natalie and me up a staircase to the second floor. The place is dead silent save for our soft treads upon the inch-thick carpet and the occasional deep inhale.
Casting glances out whatever windows we pass gives me brief views of the estate’s sprawling grounds, which no doubt look even more impressive in daylight. I’m sure the Marshes entertain regularly, throw parties for VIPs or visiting dignitaries or whatever. At the end of the day, though, this ginormous house is home to a mere three people, not counting any servants who also reside here. I imagine what it must have been like for Chrissy, growing up within these walls. I’ve been here less than an hour, and I can already feel the disconnect from the outside world.
