SARAH HAD NO IDEA WHAT to do. She was standing outside the biggest house she had ever seen and the only person she even slightly knew had run off from her as fast as his legs could carry him.
“You can come this way, Miss,” an elderly gentleman with a very thick accent said to her.
Relief flooded her like a rushing tide.
“Oh, thank goodness you speak English, I’m Sarah,” She rushed across the steps to hold her hand out to the man who had spoken to her. He looked at her hand for a moment then took it, shaking it softly.
“I’m Riccardo,” the man with kind brown eyes told her, giving her a soft smile, then walking towards the stairs.
Sarah let her shoulders drop, the twist in her belly unraveling like a knotted string being pulled. A place this size would have so many staff members, she
