Chapter 87 The Cards

• Kayla
• By the time I burst in the front door of the estate that evening, the sun was beginning its descent over the horizon and a light snow had begun to fall outside. I expected to find Nicholas lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed at the ankles and his feet up on the coffee table in that lazy manner of his, but he wasn’t there.
• In fact, he didn’t appear to be home at all. I didn’t find him in his study, nor did I find him in the garage, working on a motorcycle.