Annabel's POV

The corner of my lips crept up in a small smile. I called Miss Donna to help with chairs in the garden downstairs and some snacks.

I had a feeling that this private investigator of mine has something I could benefit from and I needed something to take my mind away from the decision I had just taken.

While the investigator waited for me at the garden, I spoke with Miss Donna.

"Where are the kids?"

"In their room, ma'am." she answered, "In front of their favorite TV show. They ...