CARL

"Leave her alone." Alma stepped in front of the man whom I didn't recognize no matter how hard to jug my memory back to fifteen years ago when Alice still worked for my family. I couldn't seem to remember who he was, but her, it was pretty easy.

Alice was the daughter of our housekeeper and if there was anything I remembered, it was how nice her mother was.

They were Asian, but with the most whitish blonde hair I'd ever seen so their faces were committed to mind. Seeing Alice now, ...