Brynmor's POV
After returning from the Bayou with my father that night, my mind was a blank. I had no idea what was right and what was wrong. Even I was confused by the questions of the people around me like the maids and Jazz.
I didn't know who Fiora and George were so I chose to ignore their questions and shut myself in my study. By working I can forget about things that are not so useful. Besides, hey, since when did the maids have the courage to engage me in conversation.
As I crossed the corridor to my office the next day, I accidentally saw Lenora leaving with two large suitcases. I approached Jazz who was helping Lenora leave with a confused look on her face.
"Where is Lenora going, Jazz?" I asked Jazz.
He smiled slightly. "She has to go to protect the people you ar
