Everyday seemed different and unique in the books of Emily Thompson. But none could be compared to the one she was living and experiencing at the moment.
The water from the shower fell on her bare skin like rain in August. She allowed the water to flow to every part of her body, tattoing her in veins of water that moved down to her feet.
Her eyes closed as firmly as she could and only one thing was going through her mind. Maybe two. How to get the old woman to talk and what the f*ck is Jason up to this time? Maybe three. How much did the butler know?
If only she knew he'd be back, then maybe she'd have paid attention to him during the planning. But how was Emily supposed to even know? She hadn't seen him in the house long enough for her to forget he existed.
Emily turned off the tap an
