The drive home was a blur of streetlights and racing thoughts. Tiffany pulled into her driveway, the familiar sight of her family’s sprawling estate doing little to calm her nerves. She needed to talk to someone, someone who always understood.

“Riley will know what to do,” she muttered, heading towards Riley’s room.

She knocked on her door, but no one answered.

“Um…Miss Tiffany.”

She turned around and smiled at their housekeeper. “Yes, Alison?”

“Mrs. Foster went to the ...