The next morning, Jermaine came downstairs to find the servants packing luggage. His brow furrowed as he demanded,"What's going on here?"
"Sir, these are Ms. Mahoney's belongings. She called yesterday, saying she wouldn't be bothering us anymore and asked us to send her things over."
As Jermaine stared at the suitcases, Ramona's image flashed through his mind.
Normally at this hour, she would have prepared breakfast, waiting eagerly for him to come down.
She would pull out his chair and make small talk about trivial matters.
Her absence today left an odd void.
Annoyed at himself for thinking about Ramona, Jermaine snapped,"Then hurry up and get this done. I don't want this clutter in my sight!"
"Yes, sir."
Jermaine sat down in the living room chair and, seeing the still-emp
