Chapter Twenty-Three
Ana
I walked out of the small storage room the very next day after my difficult talk with Desmond. He had left the house shortly after our argument and hadn't come back to trouble me for the rest of the night. It was much better that way. Without his presence near me, I actually managed to get a good night of uninterrupted sleep.
As I walked down the stairs into the main hallway, I noticed Desmond's mom seated alone at the large dining table, quietly having a cup of tea. I looked around the room, but Desmond and Ema were nowhere to be seen. The house was mostly empty. As I got closer to the kitchen, she lifted her eyes and looked straight at me, her expression hardening.
"I honestly thought you were dead down there," she said, her voice dripping with cold indiff
