~Christopher’s POV~

I took a few steps down the stairwell to meet Mary. The woman was so cunning; it was as though she knew I would come down needing food for Camila. I noticed her spooning porridge into a bowl.

“Good morning, Mary,” I stated, and she responded with a smile.

“I bid you a pleasant morning, Mr. Grayston.” However, her smile did not make it to her ears. She then put the porridge on a tray and fixed her gaze on me. I was certain she desired to say something. “Mr. Grayson, I understand it’s none of my concern, but I think we need to talk about it,” she...