I woke up the next day, the sun shining brightly on my face. I let out a groan, rolling onto my stomach and burying my face into my soft bed, closing my eyes for a moment before opening them once more. For a moment I thought everything had been a long horrible nightmare until I heard movements outside my door followed my the sounds of people talking.
I frowned and got out of bed, I made my way to my bedroom door and gently opened it. Several men in suits were walking down the hall carrying boxes. They were coming out of Father's study.
Oh God.
My body sagged against the door frame at the realization, it hadn't been a nightmare. Last night had really happened, my father was really under arrest.
None of the men noticed me or even if they did, they didn't deem me of any importance to ac
