Chapter 22

ROBERT’S POV

I was confused.

What did he mean? Was he the son of one of the workers in the house or what?

“Your grandma and grandpa?” I asked him, feeling stupid.

“Uh huh”, he said.

“Who are they?” I asked, my heart beating erratically against my chest as I began to notice things that had failed to grab my attention instantly.

His eyes, there was just something about it that was very familiar, the structure of his face, the shape of his nose. Everything about the boy reminded me of either Flora or myself.

It made me uncomfortable.

“Who are they?” I asked him now, my voice tight with emotions.

“Oh there you are!” I heard Mrs Vanderbilt exclaim behind me and I turned to face her.

She seemed out of breath and had a frightened look on her face.

“I see you've met my nephew's child, Nate”, she said breezily.

I was perplexed and could only nod my head.

Nate ran into her arms as if he just sensed her presence.

“I want some chocolate, Nana”, he said.

She rubbed his head affectionately. “Su