Chapter 90 On The Balcony Again

• Sheila POV
• The mansion feels still when I step inside. No laughter. No footsteps. No Alina in sight strutting around like he owns the place, or her son chasing down a toy, no clinking of dishes from the dining room. Just silence.
• I wander through the grand hallway, my shoes tapping lightly against the marble floor. I peek into the kitchen but there's only a few omegas there cleaning, their heads bent, scrubbing the counters. They don’t see me slip past, and I don’t bother greeting them. I’m not here to make conversation.