My husband did as he was told, chuntering to himself as he made for the cellar.
Oak kept pacing, starring at his fingers while doing some sort of calculations. “Broken promises are usually faster, but this house isn't usual,” I heard him say. “Lost principals might have the advantage, their affiliations and all that, but then there's the doors to consider.”
He continued on like that for a while, but none of it made much sense so I stopped listening. That was when I noticed Robert's eyes darting, searching the room and I realised he was looking for Fiona.
