The Camden estate loomed quiet that Monday morning, its stone arches casting long shadows across the driveway.
Rachel's shoes crunched against the gravel as she approached the front door, her heart thumping harder with every step.
It still felt surreal. Just last week, Chloe had told her about the opportunity—that Mr. Camden needed someone to care for him in his illness.
Rachel had agreed quickly, partly because she needed the work, partly because Chloe had said he personally asked her to find someone trustworthy and well, she was someone trustworthy.
Although Chloe had said Mr. Camden was a nice man, she couldn't help but anticipate how their first encounter would go.
What was he like? How sick was he? Could he stand? Or move around on his own? Was he very old?
She'd said she wasn't nervous about her first day but as she knocked on the door, she couldn't help her nerves going up.
How was she supposed to act? She mused as she waited for someone to open the door.
