Talia made a mental note to stay away from Gabriel as she walked down the stairs. She did not need any more of his drugs to ‘help her rest’ or whatever other medical term he came up with. She was a firm believer that too much of anything was bad for you. And too much sleep was definitely bad for her.
At the landing of the stairs, Talia listened for any sound of activity. It was an enormous house, but sound still travelled and echoed around the rooms. Sure enough, after a few seconds she heard something and she found herself following it to the kitchen where she found Abigail with what looked like the makings of a large fruit salad.
“Hi,” Talia said tentatively.
Abigail instantly looked up, her eyes alert and her fingers clenching around the knife. She only seemed to relax when she reali
