The next morning, Kate woke up and checked her email like she did every morning. She drummed her fingers on the table, her stomach growling while the laptop loaded.
She had only been living in the mansion for three days and her stomach was already spoilt by Marianne's cooking.
She smiled and shook her head, clicking into her email account. She was about to click on one of the daily devotionals she subscribed to when she saw an email from Lydia.
She blinked and took a second look.
One characteristic that Lydia had inherited from their grandmother was the cold-shoulder treatment. Whenever they had a disagreement, Lydia would disappear for days, ignoring all of Kate's texts, calls, or emails.
Kate skimmed through the email and sighed.
Lydia had decided to go back to their parents' house to take a look around, and she would be searching for the detective in charge of their parents' case.
She wished Lydia had discussed it with her beforehand. She had done both of those, and both were dead ends.
The detective had retired, and the police department refused to give her the address or even a phone number to contact the retired detective. As for the house, it had been stripped of everything except for the basic infrastructure of walls, doors, and windows.
She grabbed her phone, but after what had gone down last night, she was certain Lydia wouldn't pick up her call. Even if Lydia did, she wouldn't believe anything that Kate had to say.
Putting her phone down, she slumped back against the chair.
She ran through her grandmother's ramblings and tried to sift them for some clues that she might've missed. She sat there, picking at her own brain, until Tyler's voice jerked her back to earth.
"Pass me your house keys."
"What?" She thought she'd heard him wrong. "My house keys or the keys to the mansion?"
"Your house keys," Tyler repeated, slower this time around.
"Why?"
"I'm getting someone down to fix up a security system and some motion sensor lights for your porch and the back of your house."
The pounding headache that she'd gotten from perusing her memories was getting worse. That, combined with the lack of answers, was already sending her mood in a downward spiral.
"Ty, I'm grateful that you fixed up the security here, but my house's fine. I'm the responsible one. I take care of myself just fine, so please don't come in here and command me about this and that," she said as she moved and stood by the door. Once she completed her sentence, she slammed the door in his face.
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RomanceTwo complete different personalities would have to learn to get along and play nice in order to survive a will that would change their lives. For twenty years, Tyler Hayes had been ripped from his childhood home. After the horrific accident that too...
