Face almost pressed upon the large window, she was watching the driveway. Out of boredom, drawing the odd zigzags on the glass. She did not want to look behind her; she could feel the gaze of the bodyguard, of her bodyguard, without moving her head. Nunnally knew there was no way, she could be alone today.
The driveway was empty, but even if it weren’t, it would simply be filled in with unfamiliar cars, unfamiliar faces…she did not like her “new” life. Suddenly a car appeared. As its passenger had left it, an unexpected anxiety appeared on her face. He was not unfamiliar…he was…she knew him!
“Silas…” – she involuntarily whispered – “But that is not possible…”
She needed to check it out. No matter how unbelievable it was! She quickly run downstairs to the entrance hall, but she was too late. Her father’s study. She run there. Her heels clacked on the wooden floor. She got there before he entered the room.
“Silas…!” – she almost screamed to get his attention – “Silas…” – it was him, now she was sure about it even if so much time had passed since they last saw each other – “Silas, what are you doing here? You should not be…” – she started and then stopped. She thought she started to understand.
a plotted starter for @boundcd