Sienna’s POV

The mansion felt different this morning.

Quieter. Slower too. I couldn't place my hands on it but there was something so different.

My mop slid across the tiled floor in slow motion. I kept my head down and worked through the front hallway. Morning sunlight filtered through the tall window. I should’ve been enjoying the quietness around here. But today… it just felt off.

From the far end of the corridor, I could ...