Emma.
The sound of a car pulling up outside startled me as I stood in the dining hall, wiping the long table. My chores for today were almost done and I was grateful for that.
It was afternoon and a stormy one at that. I woke to the sound of rain and it still fell heavily on the roof.
I glanced out the window, catching sight of a sleek black vehicle. It wasn’t one I recognized, but something about it looked very intimidating. Shrugging, I went back to my task.
A few minutes later, the door swung open, and a woman stepped inside. I froze. She was striking, with sharp blue eyes and styled gray hair.
It was the same woman from the city. It was Sonya, Roger's mother and she didn't look like she was glad to see me in the main hall.
“And who exactly are you?” she asked, her voice was
