Chapter 72: Angela pov

I feel as if I have stepped back in time. Standing in the grand vestibule of the manor I am reminded of when I was a child running around in these rooms. A tear comes to my eye as I glance at Beth and John who are looking at me.

“You kept it all as it was.”

They nod solemnly with small smiles on their faces.

“Yes. We couldn’t handle cleaning everything on our own, but we knew it had to be kept as it was from that day, ready for your return.”

They then begin to take us on a tour of the building. I look around at all the various objects here in the space which are covered in white sheets to protect the items underneath from dust and grime and damage. On closer inspection, I note that the sheets are not quite white due to the detritus that has settled down on them. The entire place is frozen in time, waiting for someone to return to breathe life back into it.

The warm mahogany wood and pale cream walls