I woke up to the distant movements, the shuffling of feet and plates. I slowly sat up, my eyes thin as I tried to put the situation together. Was fabian back home?
I immediately got out of bed and ran out, but to my disappointment, it wasn't Fabian. Gerald was shuffling around in the kitchen, a cup of coffee in his hands, his eyes searching everywhere with interest like he had never seen the house before that.
I gave a small sigh and slowly walked down to him.
"Oh, Aurora. I didn't want to wake you up. How do you feel now?"
I gave a small shrug. "Fabian didn't come home."
He slowly dropped the cup. "I know. He was at home."
"The mansion?"
Gerald nodded. "I actually came to check on you and tell you that. Just in case you..."
"What is Fabian's favourite food?"
Gerald's brow furrowe
