Brianna did stay the night with August.
I ran down the stairs the moment I opened my eyes to see if she was home. Only to see my parents and Aunt Beatrice in the dining room. They’ve just risen, too. And like me, the stress and lack of sleep were evident on their faces. The food was ready on the table but they were only sipping on their tea and coffee. Dad’s eyes turned to me as he witnessed me sprinting from the entrance. I scanned the room and there was not even a shadow of Brianna.
Mom glanced at my state, seeing I was still in my nightgown. “We’ll have a visitor coming, Roxette.”
I reluctantly walked towards my chair at Dad’s reassuring nod. The weight from yesterday’s confrontation was still in the air but the presence of Aunt Beatrice was making it less noticeable. Perhaps becau
