She dialed the number back, and Mrs. Irving answered, her voice thick with worry.
"Jenna, why weren't you answering? Can you come home today? Your father isn't here."
"Is it something urgent, Mom? If not, I'm not coming back."
"Have you decided you don't want your mother and sister anymore? Can't you just come home for a family dinner?"
"Alright. I'll head over after work."
Jenna Irving bit her lip and hung up.
She hadn't been back to that house in three years. She still remembered the fight she'd had with her family back then. It was because of that argument that she had cut off all ties with them.
Ethan Fuller had given the order: she was to complete her handover today and report to work at Bathsia tomorrow.
So she got off work early, hailed a cab, and made her way to the Irving family home.
She had lived in this house for over twenty years, but standing outside the gate now, it felt completely alien.
