It was past ten am the following day. Giselle stood in the center of the living room, her eyes darting to the corners.
"Did you hear that?" Giselle whispered.
Lawrose didn't look up from his tablet. "Hear what, Gigi? The sound of my sanity evaporating?" He teased.
"The clock. It chimed," she murmured, her voice hollow.
"Giselle, there is no clock chiming here," Serayah said, walking in from the kitchen with a glass of water.
"You’re hearing things. You’ve been hearing the Hemingway mansion fsince last night, I thought you were acting funny but you are beginning to have me concerned."
"I heard his voice," Giselle snapped, her eyes wide and bloodshot. "I heard Richard calling for Amelia. He’s close. I can feel him."
"Giselle get a grip, Serayah I think she's having withdrawals," Lawr
