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Chapter 2
Bree
“Hello, Bree. Did you enjoy your time away?” Mrs. Smyth asks as I walk into the kitchen.
“Yes, thanks. I had the best time, but I missed everyone. And I really missed your food.”
“Sit down and I’ll feed you.”
That’s what she does. It’s like she loves to feed everyone—me included.
She’s worked as a cook and cleaner for this family since the twins were born. Dr. Havers initially employed her to help his wife, Madeline, when she suffered from post-natal depression.
She places a hot coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and an English muffin in front of me. My eyelids drop as I chew on the smokey rasher.
“You need a nap,” Doctor Havers says when I finish my plate of food.
I really do. “Thank you, that was delicious.” I yawn again.
Mrs. Smyth’s mischievous eyes meet mine as she takes my plate away. “Did you meet a nice man?”
“No. It was a girls’ trip.” My eyes wander to Dr. Havers, who gives me a look that says, “are you going to tell her what you did?”
Ignoring him, I yawn, again slamming my hand over my mouth. “I need my bed.”
“Go. I’ll wake you in an hour,” Mrs. Smyth says. “You won’t be able to sleep tonight if you sleep any longer.”
“I doubt that. I could sleep for an entire week straight. I’m exhausted.”
Mrs. Smyth waggles her eyebrows. A small snigger before she asks, “Are you sure you didn’t meet anyone?”
I grin at her. She’s always telling me to date, but I don’t. I don’t know why. I suppose I’m not ready. “And I told you it was a girls’ trip.”
She nods, knowingly. Not that she does. “That’s not what I asked you. You’re very evasive. It’s just a yes or a no.”
Bast clears his throat. “It’s just a yes or no answer, Bree. Put Mrs. Smyth out of her misery.”
She pats the top of my hand. “You know I want to live vicariously through you.”
I chuckle. “You need to find a better candidate, because I’m the most boring person in the world.”
“Is that a yes or no?” Dr. Havers arches an eyebrow.
I wave my hand in the air dismissively. “It’s a no.”
He narrows his eyes, because he thinks I’m lying. I turn back to Mrs. Smyth. “I’m only tired because of the flight and late nights in New York. Jeez, that city is something else. One day, I’m going back to see everything I missed.”
Dr. Havers grunts behind me. “Are you going to bed?”
What’s his problem?
I nod and go to grab my suitcase, but Dr. Havers doesn’t let go. “I’ll take your suitcase to your room before I go to work.”
“Thank you. I’ll just get a glass of water,” I say, striding across the ivory porcelain tiled floor where I stare out at the garden as I pour myself a drink.
“Make sure you put your dirty clothes in the laundry,” Mrs. Smyth calls out as she leaves the room.
I wake hours, maybe days later, and still so utterly tired that my bones feel like they’ve gone soft and squishy, and don’t want to move. So I don’t. I stare at the ceiling before I glance around my room.
