Daniella stared up at the sun. The heat did nothing to warm her bones. Whatever had happened with Jonathan and Naomi , she felt it wasn’t at an end.
“It’s time for dinner,” Katrina said, calling out of them. “Are you coming?” Oliver asked.
“I’ll be there soon.” She smiled at the two women as she made her way around the front of the house. Daniella heard the muffling in the background from the kitchen. Entering the study she saw the paperwork spread out across the desk that Jason had retrieved. A pair of glasses lay on the top of the paperwork. Walking closer she ran her hands over the files, and recognizing Oliver’s name she pulled the file out and opened it. A picture of a young Oliver looked up at her. She hated the sadness in the girl’s eyes. No one should be sad at such a young
