BROOKE
The food they served was lovely; there was so much of it.
I sat between my father and Daisy.
Food was finished, but there was no sign of Rex or Hudson anywhere.
I walked back to my room alone. I wanted to carry on with the sketch I started to draw earlier when Hudson was linking someone.
I grabbed my pen and notebook and wandered to the table to start sketching.
For what felt like hours, no one came to the room to see me, not even Daisy.
Suddenly there was a roar coming from downstairs in the house. "YOU DID WHAT?" shouted a man, who was clearly angry at someone.
Leaving my sketch on the table, I opened the door to head down the stairs. But I stopped on the corner and looked around to see what was happening. There was a crowd of people at the bottom of the stairs.
I noticed
