Chapter 10
~ Octavia ~
It was Saturday morning — moving day. I had texted my address to Franklin earlier, and he'd replied with a curt message saying I would be picked up shortly. I didn't know if "shortly" meant him arriving in person or sending a subordinate.
As I began the final sweep of my apartment, a wave of overwhelm crashed over me.
My white feline, Nola, was curled in a peaceful ball on the sofa.
"I wish I had your peace of mind, Nola," I murmured, stroking her soft fur.
She purred, oblivious to the fact that our lives were about to be upended.
I finished packing my two suitcases, the click of the latches sounding like a final gavel.
The intercom buzzed.
I pressed the button, my voice hovering between hope and dread.
"Yes?"
"Miss Herman? This is Walter Hall, Mr. Flemington's driver. Good morning. I've been instructed to collect you."
A sharp pang of disappointment hit me.
