Chapter 165
Grace Evans
December
Frederick entered the kitchen where I was devouring the cereal for breakfast. I woke early in the morning, way too early. I was not able to sleep at night, the restlessness and anxiety kept me up. On top of that, Damon was also not with me.
“What’s up Frederick?” I asked and put the spoonful of cereal in my mouth, chewing it slowly as Frederick looked at me with his calm demeanor.
He cleared his throat before speaking, “Your family is at the door, to be precise, in the living room where they have made themselves comfortable, they are demanding your presence.”
I almost choked on the cereal, “What? So early? What time is it Frederick?” I asked and got up from the chair clumsily.
“6 in the morning,” he answered, and I was already on my way to the livin
