a servant…

I made myself a promise.

No one.

Not family.

Not blood.

Not anyone.

Would ever hurt her again.

Because Beatrice Prescott…

was not a maid.

She was the queen of this house.

And I intended to spend whatever years I had left…

reminding her of that every single day.

PART 7

Six months later…

The house finally felt alive again.

Not because of the expensive furniture.continue reading …