James' POV
After an almost depressing day I had at work, because of my mother I decided to leave early from work. As I drove back home I kept thinking of what my mother had said, 'the wrong brother '. After almost two accidents later, I decided to forget about it and rather I focus on my driving. I turned up the music on the radio to calm my nerves, but it didn't work at all and it just made me angrier.
When I arrived home, I was greeted by nothing but silence. I always loved the sound of silence but today, it was proving to be too much for me. I searched through all two living rooms and no one was there. I later heard a humming in the direction of the kitchen and when I walked into the kitchen it was Florence, my maid. She was actually dancing, I must say for a woman in her mid-fiftie
