Is it that rebellious son of mine?

Grace’s curiosity was left unsatisfied as not only couldn’t she see anything from her window, but there was also not even a sound to calm her curiosity. The sound of the car entering the estate seemed to have been a figment of her imagination. Grace sighed wondering if she really imagined the sound of the car as she drew the curtains back and went back to her work.

Grace couldn’t be blamed as once the car entered the gates, the view to the winding path down to the front door was obscured by the ornamental pear trees that were lining the path. Neither were there any disturbances at the front door. How could poor Grace know that Danos was waiting at the front door awaiting the arrival of the car that had just entered the estate?

It had become routine for them after 3 months; Chris would arrive like clockwork. Everyone silently dispersed to their rooms to catch up on what sleep they could catch up on before the world was lit up again.

Chris moved swiftly and quietly as he entered the r