Life and Death

Mae’s P.O.V

My knees buckled and I almost crumbled to the ground as my hands flew over my mouth and my heart sank into my stomach. The tears that threatened to fall as I eavesdropped on Marcel’s conversation with Robert, streamed down my face.

I retracted my step, dread settling at the pit of my stomach while I quickly wiped off my tears as soon as a maid walked by, lowering her head in reverence for me.

I swallowed hard as different thoughts coursed through my mind.

Was he suspicious of me and was that why he asked for the information of the past workers in the house?

Was there a high chance that he was starting to recover his memories?

No! If he did, then I was going to know and he constantly used his medications so that wasn't possible.

But what if he finds out the truth because of his growing suspicion of me?

Swallowing the heavy lump that formed in my throat, I ran down the hallway, rushing down the stairs with tears cascading down my cheeks. I needed to do something. There