Chapter 8
It was late morning the next day before I returned to the Manor, having decided to stay at a hotel before making the long drive.
Mace and I had parted friends, though I wasn’t sure things would ever be quite the same between us. That made me sad as we’d been close friends since childhood, but in the end, I took the philosophical path and decided life moved on all the time, and this was moving on also.
I couldn’t help but wonder if we all went through reincarnation with the same players all our lives in different roles, who Mace had been in my former lives. I supposed I would never know.
The Manor seemed eerily quiet as I pulled up. It did not have that ominous feel the way I’d imagined haunted houses generally had. It hadn’t the entire time felt…evil or anything.
But I sense
