My heart sinks as I stare widely at the agape door. Kendrick got out! My fear intensifies as a loud crash sound, followed by shocked gasps, cuts through the air.
I stumble over, my heart pounding. Quickly, I get back on my feet and dash out of the room. As I reach the staircase, I halt, gasping for breath.
The living room has been completely refurbished and turned into an elegant dining space. Tables for two filled the room, each set with fine china cutleries and crystal glasses. Important guests mingle, their faces horrified.
My gaze falls on the massive banner hanging above the fireplace. Charlotte's smiling face stares back at me, adding to the uneasiness I already feel inside.
My ears tingle at the sound of distressed, panic-stricken voices of both men and women.
“What is goin
