Aria

I had just settled into the evening, a glass of wine in hand, tucked away on the balcony that overlooked the garden.

The last of the golden light stretched across the hedges below, washing everything in a calm that felt borrowed, definitely not from inside this house.

Chaos was brewing downstairs. Sierra had apparently lost her mind on the staff again. Something about her mood was foul all day. I didn’t have to guess too hard to figure out the reason. I’d seen the headline earlier, ...