CELINE’s P O V

Mrs. Anderson and I went downstairs and quickly headed over to the dining room, only to find a man who looked exactly like Sebastian, seated at the head of the table. Only his hair was gray in color and the wrinkles on his forehead were now visible as he frowned, reading a newspaper.

Seated on the right side of the table was Cynthia, Sebastian’s younger sister, looking intently at us as we approached the table. ‘‘Come sit beside me, Brylee…’’ Mrs. ...