#Chapter305
Walking back in the house mid-morning when hunger and coldness call me back along the beach, I hear arguing when I close the front door behind me. Distant voices raised and echoing along the hall alarmingly.
Olivia my family housekeeper smiles nervously, takes my jacket when she greets me and tries not to look as though she is listening to the raised voices down the hall in a closed room. It’s hard not to hear it when two people are screaming at one another and I throw her a concerned look.
/"Is that Rylanne?/" I ask her, knowing my brothers voice and she nods nervously and scurries off to hang up my belongings. Olivia is a shy and quiet girl that is about my age and she never really speaks to anyone.
