The Family

Even though it wasn't the weekend, his daughter was one to always arise early. A huge and well-equipped gymnasium was in the mansion yet Francess preferred to run through the estate since it was a great morning exercise.

“Isn't she doing that today?” Killian D'Arcy could be seen at the bottom of one of the curvy staircases.

The gray-haired man had worry roaming through those blue eyes of his, and he bit his lips hard. Perhaps it was best to check up on her rather than wait for her descent down the stairs.

“What are you doing standing here, Killian?” The not-so-warm voice of his wife, Stephanie, was heard.

The couple were done with breakfast, and she was a bit concerned as to why her husband rushed out of the dining table — was something wrong?

The blonde-haired lady at a glance could be dimmed unfeeling due to her constant blank expression. There was slight truth in that, but undeniably she loved her family.

Well…not wholly.

“It's Francess. She hasn't come down for breakfast. Mi