A Helping Hand

General POV

She scrunches up her face and rummages through the sheets, searching for the ‘steel’.

When she finds it, she frowns. It’s a set of keys.

‘How did this end up here?’ Squinting her eyes, Elizabeth assesses the keys silently.

Then realization hits her—Moana. The woman left them behind.

‘I’ll give them to her in the morning.’ Shrugging her shoulders, Elizabeth drops the bunch on the bedside table.

Her body lowers back to the bed and she closes her eyes. Dreamland’s calling.

She opens her mouth in an attempt to yawn when, suddenly, her eyes fly open.

Keys. Key. She fumbles to the side and snatches the keys from the table.

‘Damn! Key!’

She struggles up, eyeing the keys in her hands.

The key to Ethan’s study might be among these keys. A bonus: Ethan’s not around!

Elizabeth flicks her gaze over the wall clock; it’s a few minutes past midnight. The maids would have gone to bed by now.

Wearing a pair of flip flops, she walks across the room and squeaks the door open as silen