One thing Jules liked about this unique wooden house was the different hallways, stairs, and exits that led from one place to another.
Grandpa Louis had intricately designed the place like a massive art piece to showcase his creativity. But it also simultaneously provided comfort.
The different pathways intended to create shortcuts between one portion of the house to another. At least, it was supposed to once she figured out the ins and outs of the place and did not get lost.
"Can I help?" But so far, she had avoided going to the living room, where she believed her son would be hanging out.
She could not presently face Oliver, knowing he expected her to stay with Damon in their room and nursed him back to health.
Definitely, no.
That was the last thing she wanted to do. She did not wish to stay a minute longer than necessary with her husband's company.
Besides, her husband was not sick, just an asshole, she thought.
