Three
I took a deep breath, trying not to feel too nervous about the idea of being in Grandmother's room. Even though the mansion was technically in my control now, I didn't come in here unless I had to. Like when we'd had to get Daisy's skeleton out of the closet.
“Sorry, Grandmother,” I muttered as I opened the door.
Dust whirled up and fluttered through the streams of sunlight. No surprise there. I should probably start thinking about getting it professionally cleaned every now and again just in case Grandmother woke up. Then again, that meant letting strangers into my house, and I wasn't a fan of that. I supposed I could ask Derek if he had some kind of invention that would do it for me, but with his track record that could result in us accidentally burning the place to the ground.
