Chapter 52

• NOVEMBER
• The house is too quiet. I like quiet, sometimes. When I’m occupied mostly. Not when I've ticked off my morning duties on my planner before it's even 11 AM. I know the house is not empty though. Reina’s laughter had echoed down the hallway earlier when Sean made some offhand joke of heaven knows what. They are back to working, I guess.
• I was heading to my room to find something to occupy my morning with, preferably get back to my knitting and crocheting as I'm almost done with the matching two pieces I've been working on. Well, that was what I intended to do until I heard a low hum from Irena's room and I was forced and curious enough to try to find out what.