What was that I saw out of the corner of my eye? Did a black shadow just float across the hall? Was that an ugly free-floating face with no body I jus... saw? Or just the light playing tricks on me? What is all that moaning? Just wind...I hope? Is some unseen force walking upstairs? Or is that just the wood creaking in the storm that just sounds like footsteps? Thankfully, I soon had all those lights on. All, except for in the bedroom. Which is just coincidentally where I need to go.My fictional. But do come in. Let me take your coats."They entered the main room and Hannah came running over from the kitchen area. "Stacey, Eleanor! Welcome. Don't you look gorgeous?" Hi Hannah, don't you!" Stacey replied. "And what a fabulous place you have!" Yes," Hannah agreed. "George is much too good to me." I've never been in this part of town before," Eleanor said. "I didn't even know this street existed." Well, it does," Hannah said. "And I defy anyone to find a nicer place to live in London."She. Can I get you something?’ ‘Water.’ Moments later, Alex was down on a couch, greedily sucking from a bottle of water. ‘So, what did you want to talk about? Zac hitting on you?’ ‘No.’ Ilfenesh sighed then wrinkled her nose. ‘Wait he’s hitting on you?’ ‘All the time.’ Alex confirmed. ‘That promo shot when he tripped he was a step behind staring at our butts. You’re lucky you wear shorts all the time.’ ‘Yeah. Lucky.’ There was something about that tone that threw Alex off guard. Disappointment. Donald does still feel much guilt and remorse for the hurt he caused Emma. Between bites full of food, he tries to tell her.“Emma, I am sorry I have hurt you this way. Last night I was so afraid you would not return, and I realized how empty my life would be without you in it. The fear that I had done something which you could not forgive, or you had decided I was not worthy of you kept me up most the night with tremors of dread,” Donald meekly tells her.Then the feeling of joy spreading.