She paced back and forth in one of the empty rooms, her steps quiet because of the carpet that was spread on the marble floor of the room. When the door to the room opened, Madeline saw her mother and father enter inside.
"Is everything alright, Madeline?" questioned her mother, who had a frown upon her face, "The maid said you wanted to see us."
"Madeline?" asked her father, looking at her eyes to see if she was okay.
"I had to inform you about something," said Madeline, hoping she could ease the situation beforehand, unlike the time when Calhoun has delivered the news, "It is about Aunt Mary…" She didn't know how to spell it out word to word as she felt a heaviness in her heart.
For a second, her parents looked startled but then a deeper frown formed on their face, "I-Is she, is she d-dead?" inquired her mother. Madeline gave her a quiet nod, and her mother raised her hand to cover her mouth, "I-I don't understand. Did she try to hurt you?"
