The next morning, I didn't wake up until nine.
Over the past five years at the Hayes residence, I had always gotten up early to make breakfast for Hilbert.
Hilbert liked the sandwiches I made, so I constantly changed the recipes for him.
Now that I suddenly didn't have to do any of it anymore, it felt strangely unfamiliar.
After washing up, I went downstairs. Kerwin was already sitting in the dining room.
"Morning," he said as he folded his newspaper. "Did you sleep okay?"
"Yeah." I sat across from him.
The servants served breakfast. Blueberry muffins and scrambled eggs.
Kerwin pushed one of the plates toward me. "Try it. It tastes exactly like the ones we used to eat as kids."
I froze. "You actually still remember that?"
"Of course I do." He smiled. "On your seventh birthday, I
