and, Bree slipped her phone into her trouser pocket and turned

ma'

g there? Won't you spen

ll drop you off and go attend to it. I'll be ba

girl. I can take

ly not going

rolled h

people when they lea

ut you a

four already." She

ine sometimes and stop acting like you're an adult. You're only four. Kids your age wh

whenever her daughter spoke because, unlike other kids who whine and cry when they want something, Ariel simply just orders and if she disagrees, there comes the silent t

nful to Bree and to her detri

s they pulled up to their destina

ere for me, sir. I'll

of the car and helped Ariel who grumbled that s

Boston mansion. The middle-aged lady bent down to scoop up Ariel in her arms. The child

You're all grown up now and even

ossing her arms as s

down. I'm no l

ston g

're

our wife to put me d

woman's arms into his own arms. "Little Ariel sh

to beat the three real adults before her, her looks made it evident that she

e for a while. I have an emergency. Plea

remember vividly the first day she met them. She had almost been hit by their car while she ran out of the psychiatric hospital years ago.

They ignored the danger on Bree's mother's part and even went as far as sending her abroad to keep her away from N

*

en they arrived at their destination. The Madison mansion was ablaze. According to her bos

crowd of party-dressed peo

an FBI agent. What's t

e lady replied, her face grim. "Please do something. There are a l

fire company. They'l

ething, ma'am,

hought sprinted toward the burning building, t

hick and choking smoke, she tried to help as

hh

cream followed by footsteps. A lady climbe

. Please come this way,

host upstairs," she whispered, her voice quivering. "Where the fire started. There is a gho

hat doesn't ma

. A ghos

anger to a safer side, she continued screaming about the ghost she came in contac

st?' Bree

ting in each direction she made a turn. The smoke was thick and it stung her eyes as s

eard slow deliberate footstep

ud footsteps screamed danger. The fact that the owner of the footstep walked so confidently wit

in all black. From the hat on his head to his shoe. If she wasn't as confident as she was now as an FBI agent, she would ha

got into the light, she saw who it was. Him! And guess wha