Chapter 65 Will Hudson Be Dead?

• Ximena/Angela's POV
• My feet carried me downstairs, but my mind was elsewhere. Lost in thought, I didn’t notice the stairs creaking beneath me. My thoughts swirled, consumed by Miss White's command. Why didn’t she explain everything in detail? Where am I supposed to start?
• As I turned toward the parlor, something caught my eye. I stopped dead in my tracks, my heart skipping a beat. A piece of paper lay on the floor, partially hidden under the couch. It was a note.