HER PARENTS

“Cara,” The old master breathed. My chest choked up as I realized the last time I had seen her. She had been Ethan’s cook since he was young, and I knew he bore a lot of respect for her. But then, the woman was too quiet and secretive, she barely interacted with anyone. All she did was her job and then, she left without a word. But then— “Grandpa, are you sure Jennifer had not sighted Cara that day?” I asked, my mind reeling with the fear of something big. “Yes, I’m sure. She was too focused on making sure that I was dead, than to observe her environment,” he rasped, his gaze boring into mine. “Cara was hidden from her view, so there is no possible way Jennifer might have seen her,” he continued. But then, his wrinkled brows creased in confusion. “Why are you asking about that? Is something wrong?” He muttered in suspicion and I swallowed. Steeling myself, knowing my conclusion was right, I spoke. “Because, the last time Cara had come to this house was,” I paused, my fist trembling bes