NATHANIEL STORM My drive home was breezy. I was barely in my right mind, and as I rushed into the Storm residence, all that was left of my senses became scrambled.“Mr. Nate.” Butler Samson met me halfway and stopped my reckless running.“What did you mean by that call? What nonsense are you trying to pull?”“Mr. Nate, please take a breath,” he advised, his hands trying to hold me back.But, I fear that if I pause to take a breath, I might break down before seeing my mother. I have to see her first, all other things will come after.“No, I-”Butler Samson swiftly reached for my hand, just as he used to when I was little and he walked with me, leading with a more stable pace. Then, as we moved down the corridors, he said, “One of the maids found her a while ago. She went in to clean as usual, and your mother was lying in bed, as if she had never gone missing.”“How did… Nobody saw her come in?”“No. When the maid tried waking her up, she discovered that Mrs. Evelyn wasn’t breathing. W
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