Jay had returned late at night to the Parker mansion.
He stepped out of the car and stood in front of the mansion eyeing it.
A lot of secrets were buried here too.
And because of that it seemed suffocating.
Jay took shaky steps inside the house. He carefully opened the door and a scene from eighteen years ago played in front of his eyes.
The loud wailing of a child hugging his father's dead body crying his heart out.
He approached the same place gazing down. Blood splattered everywhere.
He was standing there in a trance until he was pulled out of it when someone called out his name.
" Mr.Parker.... Mr.Parker. " A feminine voice called.
Hos head jerked to the right and he saw a female worker standing there.
" Yeah? " He asked, his voice hard.
" Do you need me to set the table? " She asked gesturing towards the table.
Jay glanced at the table then back at her. She was looking at him expectantly.
He shook his head and moved to the living room.
" Just bring me water. "
