56 Anticipation turned horrid
Zara was once again curled up in the couch, a novel in hand as she passed away her time. She enjoyed being out in the living room. It was nice to see Gracie’s reddened face whenever she passed. The woman looked like a volcano ready to erupt. It was funny, really.
Zara was now in control and they could do nothing about it. A part of her was afraid, though. She feared that Aaron or Gracie might sneak up on her—or even hire the servants—and snap her neck from behind. She’d die before she’d know it. It would be really easy to cover up the murder unless, of course, if Andrew determined to find the killer. She was sure he’d fight to find her killer. That was mostly what gave her confidence.