It was a cool evening in mid-April.
Frederick stepped inside. He took off his coat and handed it to Holly while changing his shoes, asking, “Is she home?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Has she been home all day?”
“Yes, sir.” Holly didn’t understand his intentions but answered truthfully, “She doesn’t have many friends; the only one she’s been close with for two years, Daphne, is a bad influence—”
She covets the sir.
Using the madam to get close to the sir.
Holly didn’t say these two sentences out loud, but Frederick understood. He finished changing his shoes and walked further inside. As he entered the living room, he saw Leah curled up on the sofa, watching TV.
Perhaps he hadn’t paid much attention to her in the past, but now that he looked closer, he noticed how thin she really was—sickly thin, w
