Chapter 14 Little Niece

• I pushed open the heavy front door of my house, exhaustion weighing on every muscle. “What a damn mess of a day.” I muttered under my breath, loosening my tie that suddenly felt too tight around my neck. Everything had moved so fast out of control.
• The tension from my conversation with Richard Huxley still lingered, gnawing at me.
• The sound of heels clicking against the floor pulled me from my thoughts, I looked up to see Elena descending the staircase, dressed to perfection, Her honey-blonde hair cascaded over one shoulder in perfectly styled waves.