The steward of Rearwood Hall

*Excerpt*



“What does that mean?” She fired back.



I looked back into her deep black eyes, there were a lot of secret emotions swirling in her eyes but the most was resentment. But I couldn’t help that it was still pulling me in like a deep black cloud or pit. whatever that was.



“I'm still trying to make out your character,” I say.



“And what have you found out?”



She was eager to hear what I would say and was very ready to lash out.



“Nothing,” I answered.





His mother never stopped talking about him or (her) as he misplaced. and to add that she was so secretive it piqued his curiosity.



Mrs. Williams as she was called was a puzzle he wanted to solve and break, break all the barriers. And before he knew the water he was getting into, he was already drowned.