GLENN

He stood frozen, the photo still clutched in his hand, as he heard the sound of footsteps outside his room. The door creaked open, and a tall, slender man with a gaunt face and sunken eyes stepped inside.

"Good evening," the woman said, his voice low and gravelly. "My name is Mrs. Glenn, and I am the keeper of this house. I've been expecting you."

He felt a sense of relief wash over him. Finally, someone who could explain everything to him.

"Expecting me?" he repeated. "How did you know I was coming?"

Mrs. Glenn smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I've been taking care of this house for many years," he said. "I know your father well. He was a good man."

He felt a surge of curiosity. "You know my father?" he repeated.

Mrs. White nodded. "Yes, I did. He was a kind and generous person. I'm sure you have many questions about him.

"My father,"he asked, feeling confused about how they had come to know his father.

Kyle's eyes narrowed. "So, where is my father?" he asked, his voice firm.

Mrs white expression changed, her eyes filling with sympathy. "I'm so sorry to have to tell you this, Kyle," she said, her voice gentle. "But your father...he passed away a few weeks ago.

Kyle's face went white. "What?" he whispered.

Mrs Glenn nodded. "I'm afraid it's true. He was in an accident."

Kyle's eyes seemed to glaze over, as if he was in shock. Mrs Glenn could see the pain and grief written all over his face.

He nodded, feeling a sense of defeat. He had always wondered about his father, and now he finally had the chance to know but he was no more…

"I know you never met him but he knew you and he was much more closer to you than you think".she said hoping to raise his crushed spirit.

How?.he asked.

Mrs. Glenn smiled again. "I'll tell you everything I can," he said. "But first, let's sit down and talk.

As Kyle obliged,Mrs. Glenn's expression turned serious. "Your father was a good man," he said. "He loved you very much, and he always made sure you were taken care of, even when he wasn't around."

He felt a pang of curiosity. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Mr. White leaned forward, his eyes locked on his. "I mean that your father made arrangements to ensure your well-being, even after he was gone," he said. "He wanted to make sure you were safe and happy, and he trusted me to carry out his wishes."

"Every photo you see in this room was taken by your father,including. . .the one in your hand ``.she said,pointing to the photo kyle had been holding since they began talking.

He found himself reeling in wonder. He had always felt like he was on his own, but now he was starting to realize that his father had been looking out for him all along.

"How did you know my father?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Mrs. Glenn smiled. "I've known your father for many years," he said. "We were friends, and I worked for him here at the manor. He was a good man, and I'm honored to have known him."

He nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude toward Mrs. Glenn. It was clear that Mrs. Glenn had cared deeply for his father, and that he was committed to carrying out his father's wishes.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said, feeling a sense of comfort knowing that his father had people like Mrd. Glenn looked out for him. "Can you tell me more about my father? What was he like?"

Mrs. Glenn's expression turned nostalgic. "Your father was a kind and generous man," he said. "He was always looking out for others, and he had a heart of gold. He was also very intelligent and resourceful, able to think on his feet and come up with creative solutions to problems."

He listened intently, eager to learn more about his father.

"What did he do here at the manor?" he asked.

Mrs. Glenn's expression turned serious. "Your father was a bit of a recluse," he said. "He spent most of his time here at the manor, working on his... projects. He was a very private person, and he didn't like to share his business with others."

He felt a sense of curiosity. What kind of projects could his father have been working on?

"What kind of projects?" he asked, his eyes locked on Mr. White's.

Mrs. Glenn hesitated, as if unsure of how much to reveal. "I'm not sure what I should say," he said finally. "Your father was very secretive about his work, and I don't want to betray his trust."

He felt a sense of frustration. He wanted to know more about his father, but it seemed like Mrs. Glenn was holding back.

"Please," he said, his voice urgent. "I need to know more about my father. What was he working on?"

Mrs. Glenn sighed, his expression serious. "Very well," he said. "But you must promise to keep this confidential. Your father's work was... sensitive. And there are those who would stop at nothing to get their hands on it."

He felt a sense of dread," tell me more"he spoke with curiosity.but she stood up hurriedly. "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I may

have already said too much," she said. "I'm not allowed to reveal more."