Annabel's POV

The corner of my lips crept up in a small smile. I called Miss Donna to help with chairs in the garden downstairs and some snacks.

I had a feeling that this private investigator of mine has something I could benefit from and I needed something to take my mind away from the decision I had just taken.

While the investigator waited for me at the garden, I spoke with Miss Donna.

"Where are the kids?"

"In their room, ma'am." she answered, "In front of their favorite TV show. They were eager to see you when they arrived. Do you want me to inform them that you're-"

"No."...