(Aaron)
“ Get a hold of yourself!” I heard the sharp rebuke and snapped my attention in the direction.
“ You?!” I queried, flabbergasted. “ Why are you here?” I asked, getting up from the table. I had been staring at the remnants of my child's body. What remained of her burnt body. My attention had been fixated on her to the extent I couldn't differentiate between Steven's voice and that of my butler. It takes his sharp rebuke to snap me back to the present.
He met my question with a frozen stare. I exhaled, near exhausted. Now, I have to offer an explanation for my manner.
“ Steven has been trying to set a meeting between lady Samantha and I. You know how it is. I kinda lost it for a moment.”
He humphed, and let down his shoulders.
“ You should have called instead.”
“ I did. You
