Tina was on her way to the kitchen to revise the shopping list––a routine activity she somehow had forgotten to do because her mind was unable to focus.
Walking past the staircase, she heard the commotion echoing loudly through the hallway, familiar female voices carrying an unmistakable tension that made her stomach twist with unease.
'Daphne and Mrs. Clark?'
The housekeeper paused at first, her ears straining to make sense of the distant shouts. It was unmistakably Samantha's voice, sharp and shrill, clashing with the colder, more controlled tone of Daphne.
They were arguing and it was clear that something was very wrong.
