This was my second time at Jason Smith's place—not exactly a regular, but I wasn’t new either. The housekeeper let me in, and I didn’t even wait for her to guide me. I headed straight upstairs and found Evan Smith’s bedroom.
Oddly, the kid was alone. No sight of Jason. The housekeeper followed behind and said, “Young master was cranky all night. He just fell asleep. Mr. Smith went back to his room about ten minutes ago.”
I came to check on Evan, but since he was finally sleeping, there wasn’t much else to do. I was about to leave when a sudden downpour rolled in. That’s the thing with thunderstorms here—no warning, just boom.
Stranded at the door, I remembered getting soaked last time and ending up with a fever. So I asked the housekeeper for an umbrella. She went off to get one
