Chapter 8

He seemed to approach my door, his steps light. I held my breath and listened as he ascended the stairs. I furrowed my brow, remembering Mr. Sawyer's words from earlier in the day and his late return. I quietly opened my door and followed him upstairs. He entered Mr. Sawyer's study. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a vase shattering. I froze, standing in the doorway, straining to hear their conversation. Inside, I heard Mr. Sawyer's angry curses and threats. "You're getting bolder, handling...