“Cara,” The old master breathed.

My chest choked up as I realized the last time I had seen her.

She had been Ethan’s cook since he was young, and I knew he bore a lot of respect for her.

But then, the woman was too quiet and secretive, she barely interacted with anyone.

All she did was her job and then, she left without a word.

But then—

“Grandpa, are you sure Jennifer had not sighted Cara that day?” I asked, my mind reeling with the fear of something big.

“Yes, I’m sure.

She was too focused on making sure that I was dead, than to observe her environment,” he...