C43 The Message in Plain Sight
By late morning, the air in the Morgan estate had shifted again. The silence had weight to it, as though the walls were waiting for something to happen.
Rachel was in the kitchen, helping the housekeeper sort through donation slips for a hospital fundraiser — anything to stay busy. The monotony soothed her nerves. Sorting, signing, folding, repeating.
Then the front gate buzzer broke the rhythm
