#Chapter 21 Meeting Cecil

Grace Though I had said that, nothing in me said that it was possible. The car came to a stop, and George came around to open my door, offering me his hand to get out. He smiled warmly at me, and I realized he wasn’t the same man that had dropped me off. “You have another assistant?” “I do,” Charles said, coming around the car. “Though I’ve sent him home.” I nodded and looked up at the front of my house. The Mooncrest pack house was a timeless colonial-style home. I didn’t remember how many rooms were in it, but it was enough to house just about anyone we wanted to at one time. The house's exterior had been redone several times to repair the warm russet and terra cotta brick façade. The house was surrounded by a lush grove of ancient oaks. The white-trimmed windows seemed to gleam in the warm light coming from the windows. The front door was flanked by regal columns, and there were bench swings on either side of the front porch and the back. It had been home my entire life and