MEADOW'S POV.
The hallway felt strangely quiet.
Not because there weren't people standing there.
There were.
The head housekeeper had rushed away to find Olivia, while the rest of the maids remained lined up against the wall, exchanging nervous glances but saying nothing.
No one dared to speak.
No one dared to move.
Killian stood beside me with his arms folded across his chest and his face unreadable.
Ryder leaned against the wall nearby, unusually silent for once.
Minutes crawled by.
Then hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.
The head housekeeper appeared first.
She looked flustered, almost out of breath.
Behind her...
A young woman walked with hesitant steps.
Her head remained lowered.
The moment I saw her face...
Everything came rushing back.
"It's her."
The wor
