Abby
I breathe a sigh of relief as Karl and I step into the foyer of the mansion, the familiar scent of home enveloping me.
My heels clatter loudly against the wooden floors and I kick them off eagerly, the tension almost immediately draining from my shoulders as I do so.
Karl gives me a knowing look before he suddenly disappears down the hallway without a word. I hover uncertainly by the front door. The adrenaline from earlier is still coursing through my body, but it’s lesser now, making my limbs feel like wet noodles.
A minute later, Karl reappears with two wine glasses dangling from one hand and a bottle of red wine clutched in the other.
“Care to take the edge off?” he asks, holding up the bottle with an inviting look in his eyes.
“Yes, please,” I say without hesitation.
Karl
