I walked behind the man I now knew to be Richardson. Apparently, he had been in the household for forty years, and he had been close with Fabian's mother before she tragically died during Fabian's birth.
He stopped in front of a room with double doors, then stepped aside. I turned to him, my eyes questioning.
"It is open. I am the only one allowed, and Sir Fabian knows I will not go in there. "
For a second, I let myself wonder if Fabian wanted to keep something private. How would he feel if he found out that I had gone in there?
I swallowed, but my curiosity and the thirst to know more about Fabian, everything that was behind his shrouds, I opened the door. There were no open windows or lights, and I reached for the wall, hoping to feel the switch.
"Just clap," Richardson said outsi
