I just shrug and shake my head as I climb out of the door, letting him know that I have no idea. I see that Kent has left chaos in his wake on the way to his office, people standing in the hallway staring after him with worried expressions. As I walk slowly into the house, I see Daniel come down th
I picked at my dinner that night, the food not tasting quite as good once I realized what was going on in the basement. This world is so confusing to me. On one hand, there’s so much beauty to it – the two days spent at the stables were some of the happiest moments of my life. But everything that h
“Fiona…” I say, my eyes widening. “I don’t know if I can – that’s so dangerous. If Kent -”“Please, baby,” she says, true pleading in her eyes. “I know what I’m asking you to do, and I wouldn’t ask it if it wasn’t so important. I promise you, I promise – no one you love will be hurt by you doing thi
Breakfast the next morning is…awkward.Kent serves Daniel and I eggs and sausage, sliding the plates onto the table next to our cups of coffee without a word of acknowledgement. Daniel and I dig in silently, both intuiting that it’s better to stay off Kent’s radar. When Kent’s back in the galley,
Kent says nothing and I frown a little. This was Kent’s very theory – why isn’t he confirming it? The room grows awkwardly quiet. “Would you mind,” Alden says, breaking the silence and gesturing towards me. “If I had a private moment with my daughter? I still haven’t had a moment alone with her. To
I frown a little at Kent, blinking. What? He folds his hands and waits patiently. “What,” I say, hesitating. “What do you want to know?” “Everything,” he says, raising his eyebrows. “I want you to tell me everything he said to you, and everything you said in response.” I frown at him further. “A
I’m slightly shaken by the experience, to be honest – first talking to my father, and then reporting the conversation to Kent. I know that I’m a pawn in their game, but I hadn’t realized that I’d be expected to report, on either side, what the other had said. How do I manage this? I hadn’t lied to
I smile down into my cup of tea, enjoying the fresh herbal scent. My belly is full of scone, and I'm listening passively as Daniel explains the ins and outs of some new philosophical theory that he's learning about for his class. I don't really care about it, but it's nice to hear him think through