Alex's POV

The mansion was quiet, very quiet. Because everyone was sad about Mama Linda’s death. Honestly it's sad that I'd never see her smile in the kitchen anymore.

I stepped out of my room and headed downstairs, even the walls felt different, as if they were grieving with us.

I don't know why I was expecting to see Amelia at her usual morning spot–the dining area, all dressed up and ready to go to her office. I didn't see her anyways.

Helen was standing by the hallway, her arms ...