Letisha’s POV

I knocked on the door to the study before pushing it open. I was still trying to wrap my brain around the fact that I was living in a house that had a study.

I supposed I shouldn’t pretend as I wasn’t used to the trappings of wealth, but it had been such a long time since I’d left my childhood home that it almost felt like another lifetime. And then, even while I had been in that house for a long time after my mother had died, it had felt smaller ...