My father's mansion came into view like a haunted house. I get a chill up my spine and I sit straighter disappearing into my mask. All my emotions carefully stored away for the onslaught to come...
My father is standing by the door as we drive through the gates, his hands locked behind his back and his gaze as cold as ice.
Joshua stops the car and I get out slowly. I take my time walking to the boot and collect my luggage. My father's gaze following me like a predator's would follow its prey. I carefully walk to the door. "Good afternoon, father." I say my voice taking on my hostess tone. My father stops me from entering the house and fear builds up. I hear footsteps in the gravel behind me and realise that Joshua is coming to say goodbye but before either one of us can say anything my
