Archie
Margaret requested to see me nearly two weeks after Fiona left, appearing at my study door with a formality I rarely saw from her, her expression set with a determination that told me immediately this wasn't going to be a simple conversation about household matters.
"Mr. Chester," she said, closing the door behind her without waiting for an invitation. "I need to speak with you. About Fiona."
"I don't think there's anything left to discuss," I said, though the words came out heavier than I intended, exhaustion evident even to my own ears.
"I disagree," Margaret said, taking a seat across from my desk without being asked. "I've worked in this household for nearly twenty years, Mr. Chester. I watched you grow up. I think that earns me the right to speak plainly, even if it's not w
