Arabella’s POV
“Arabella calm yourself. Remember what your father said. Cooler heads always prevail.”
“Do they though? Because dad never rushed into anything, he always planned every step he took and look where that got him.” I could see the hurt in Margaret’s eyes as I turned my back to her, but I didn’t have time to apologise. My father died shortly after speaking to me and was now lying on a cold metal slab instead of being put to rest.
As I made my way to my dad’s office the sun was just beginning to rise. This had always been his favourite time of day. He would sit on the front steps a cup of coffee in his hand as he watched the big ball of fire grace the sky with her presence. When I was younger, I never understood the fascination with it until I moved away. The sun rising resembl
