It seemed like the entire mansion was too quiet for her liking as she roamed around the hallway. She checked the living room and the waiting area before going to the kitchen, but no children were loitering around.
She thought her son might be outside, playing with his new friends, but when she looked outside the house, by the pool or in the garden. Oliver was nowhere to be found.
"Have you seen my son, Oliver?" She asked the staff she bumped into, but they seemed to have no clue.
She could not blame them. They seemed busy with their responsibilities to deal with the little boy. Besides, this place was huge. Her son could be anywhere.
But then again, where was Nelly? She should be watching him. Maybe they had an early therapy she did not know or forgot about as she recalled her son's schedules.
