Past is past
Angela has realized that for the first time in months, she has nothing planned. No social function to attend, no gala to organize, no charity event to head or sponsor.
This was not good.
Because she would inevitably find herself staring out the window of the main house, pushing back the silk curtains to peer outside. Her gaze will sweep over the perfectly trimmed hedges and rest on the guesthouse.
Apart from the servants' report how a few articles of clothing were missing and numerous electronic gadgets were gone or gutted it was in perfect order. That was as far as Angela knew. She hasn't gone near it in months.
Not since she had sensed something was off in the energy signatures of the people residing on the estate. She had traced it to the guesthouse where her son lived. She did not like what she found.
This was not good.
Because she would inevitably find herself staring out the window of the main house, pushing back the silk curtains to peer outside. Her gaze will sweep over the perfectly trimmed hedges and rest on the guesthouse.
Apart from the servants' report how a few articles of clothing were missing and numerous electronic gadgets were gone or gutted it was in perfect order. That was as far as Angela knew. She hasn't gone near it in months.
Not since she had sensed something was off in the energy signatures of the people residing on the estate. She had traced it to the guesthouse where her son lived. She did not like what she found.