Unseen Shadows
I woke up to the faint chirping of birds outside my window, sunlight streaming in through the curtains. My head felt heavy from a restless night. Sam hadn't come home at a reasonable hour again, something that had become far too common these days. Pushing the thought aside, I swung my legs off the bed and began getting dressed.
As I headed downstairs, Jonathan's name flashed on my phone. I silenced it for now; I needed to get answers before leaving.
Passing by the kitchen, I noticed one of the maids preparing breakfast. I stopped her mid-motion.
"Good morning, ma'am," she said politely.
"Morning," I replied, leaning against the doorframe. "Have you seen Sam?"
She turned slightly, giving me a confused look. "Yes, ma'am. He's in his room."
I frowned. "He came home last night?"
"Yes, but quite late," she replied hesitantly.
I crossed my arms. "Did he eat anything?"
