Chapter 48 Homecoming

• “Julian, wait.” Arabella holds me back before we step up to the front door and open it to the main house.
• She seems hesitant, but then again, she has good cause. Just a few minutes earlier, Eric pulled in the driveway first and then I followed with the Ferrari. When we parked the cars, it seemed deserted, and it feels wrong.
• Is she tapping into my reservations, or does she have her own? Maybe the pups are influencing her somehow? By the looks of her, I would say the latter. Her face is pale, and she is clutching her stomach with her other hand protectively. She looks up at me with a furrowed brow and seems a bit scared too.