To her knowledge, there were only two people who had a copy of her key. So when she slowly moved around the wall and approached the stairs only to see her middle-aged father making his way down the steps, she couldn’t help but let out a huge sigh of relief.
“Oh Dad, it’s only you…” she said, a weak smile spreading across her face as she leaned the baseball bat against the railing of the stairs.
The man who stood before her was in his mid-fifties, his short brown hair the same hue as Jade’s. His eyes, however, were blue instead of green. The green hue of her eyes was something that Jade had inherited from her mother, a beautiful Irish woman with fiery locks of bright red hair that her father had been married to for the last twenty-five years. His face was just beginning to develop wrinkle
