Davis' car pulled up at the gates of the estate, his fist clenching on his laps as the familiar sight came into view.
He cast a quick glance at the doorstep, ready to alight, but froze when his eyes narrowed at the scene waiting for him.
Standing with grave, probing gazes were Elder Allen, Deborah, and several members of the household staff.
The sight of them keeping silent, expectant, heavy with questions made his throat tighten.
For a fleeting second he thought of asking the driver to turn the car around and heading back to the hospital, but he knew that wasn't an option. Running would only delay what he couldn't escape.
He really couldn't run from this forever.
Davis rubbed his brow, "It seems I can't escape this." He muttered to himself.
He exhaled deeply and with a click the car door opened and he stepped down.
To the others, he appeared calm, but inside his chest his heart hammered with dread, each beat echoing the outcome he feared this meeting might bring.
