Grace
My heels clicked onto the porch, and the echoes vanished into the hushed quiet of the house. The day had been a whirlwind. It felt like I'd talked to every member of the pack and sifted through years of paperwork, yet I still didn't feel like I'd gotten anywhere. I was exhausted. And beneath it all, a gnawing concern that clawed at my gut.
I hadn't heard from Charles since we'd called him about the photo. I sighed as I crossed the threshold; the familiar warmth of the manor, scented of spices and old wood, enveloped me. My shoulders slumped, tension easing from my knotted muscles. I was home, at least. I could smell Eason, my kids, and Margaret inside.
There was also the smell of food. My stomach grumbled. The aroma of roasting vegetables and grilled steak lured me towards the din
