TEN

“Is this the house?”

Jane’s tired eyes peered out of the limousine’s tinted window and her heart leapt for joy, “Yes.”

All exhaustion was forgotten. She was here, she was finally here!

The pristine white limousine came to a smooth and quiet stop right outside her father’s house. It was the witching hour and lights were off, as it was supposed to be and Jane had to wonder if little Timmy was awake.

“Please wait for me.”

With trembling fingers, she pulled open the door, stepped out and took a wobbly step towards her father’s house. Slowly at first, but each step became faster than the previous one and she finally broke into a run up the steps of her father’s porch.

Behind her, the chauffeur, an elderly man with white hair stepped out of the limousine and gave her a silent nod of encouragement. His name was Mr Lee and he worked for Daniel Winters.

Jane could not believe wh