Part Two – Chapter Five – How?
Sienna stepped into the hallway of her parent’s house, wondering what the heck was going on with her mother. Why was she using her posh voice that was reserved for the Vicar and police officers? Shaking her head slightly, she took off her coat and scarf, then placed her gloves in the little wicker basket under the coat hangers, before removing her thick fur-lined boots.
“Hurry.” Martha whispered to Sienna.
“What the hell mam, is it the damned king or something?” Sienna hissed back, a frown on her face. All she wanted was a nice hot cup of tea, maybe even a bite to eat, then to head into a nice warm bath and soak away the horrid day she just had. Could she not even do that?
Finally pulling off her boots, she looked at her mother’s expectant, shocked, a
