Ethan

Meera ~

It's been a week, since that incident. Neither I have spoken to Abram nor I had an encounter with Ethan.

For Abram, as long as I don't come into his way, we are good. Even though it still hurts me that, he didn't believe me but it's fine, he has no reason to believe me after all, I killed my sister.

I wish you were alive, lottie, nothing this would have ever happened.

I jolted as I heard someone running inside the kitchen and I held the knife in defense, and let out a sigh of relief when I saw Samantha standing in front of me.

"What happened sammy, what got you so rushed up? " I ask, and continued to make tomato puree. She huffed and took long intake of air.

"She is coming" She said and I frowned. "Who is coming, Samantha? " I ask, and looked at her.

"Sir Abram's grandmother. Mrs. Joan Rickard" She say and my eyes widened. I have never met Abram's grand mother. Just heard great things about her and she lives somewhere in Scotland, in their country home.

"I guess it's no