The following day, after the talk with Mr. Adams, I took a walk through the park.
Coincidentally, a long van pulled up with some construction workers. I watched as they stepped out, one after the other.
They wore plastic caps and identical tops. They moved around, talking, and I followed—keeping a little distance between us.
They were discussing the parts they planned to demolish.
Can you believe they want to tear down the estate hall and replace it with a fountain? Just because it’s in the center of the estate.
I rolled my eyes and scoffed as the others nodded in agreement with the man I guessed was the head of the team.
Thankfully—though maybe not so thankfully—they didn’t hear me. They weren’t paying attention to the girl in the corner watching them like her life depended on it
