Fifteen
The remainder of Destiny’s drive was uneventful, except for the recurring anxiety spinning in her stomach. She easily followed the road signs through Wellington that directed her to a roundabout and onto a more familiar roadway. When she knew she was within a few miles of her parents’ home, she pulled over on a side road. She looked up into the rearview mirror and removed a strand of hair that had fallen over her tortoiseshell frames. Silently repeating her arrival speech, she turned toward the manor where she had been raised.
Quickly scanning the property, she noted that nothing had changed since she’d left five years ago. She drove up the hedge-lined driveway that introduced the front of the estate. Parking her motorcar, she sat with her eyes closed to calm her stomach, and the
