A maid stepped into the hallway the moment my hand touched the bedroom's door lock.
It seemed she had been headed to one of the other bedrooms on this floor.
She smiled, and bowed, and I found myself smiling back. Apart from my chef, I doubted I have had any staff smile at me.
It made me feel warm as I opened the door and walked into the bedroom.
I closed the door behind me, and stood still, both hands holding my purse in front.
I had planned to just look from here, but I felt a pull towards this fellow grieving mother, and I could not resist it.
The minister’s wife turned in her sleep.
“Ma’am, are you awake?” I called gently, leaning forward.
She did not move or speak as she had her face turned to the other side.
I was torn between moving closer to confirm she was OK, or jus
