FAYE
"Welcome home, Miss Faye," the guard greeted as he pressed the button inside the guardhouse to open the large gate.
I nodded without looking at him and once the gates were wide open, I drove through the lengthy and circular driveway and pulled over in front of the double door.
It had been eight years since that time I moved out of this mansion. From then on, I only visited my parents when one of them was celebrating birthdays or Frank had a social gathering. I didn't pay much attention to the latter, though. Better to stay in a customerless evening in the bistro than to socialize with his very expensive guests.
Presently, the bistro served as my home since I left Cora's house one week ago. We were not on talking terms, by the way. We were disbanded.
As I entered the grand lobby a
