TANISHAWhen I pulled into the estate this morning, a white Range Rover was sitting right in front of the main steps with its trunk gaping open.Two of the house keepers were scurrying back and forth through the double doors, heavy leather bags clutched between them. I slowed to a crawl as I approached, watching one massive suitcase disappear into the trunk. Then another. Then a third. My brows pulled together. My first thought was that Pepa was going on a vacation. But then, these weren’t the kind of trunks you pack for a trip. They were the kind of trunks you pack when you don't intend on coming back for a season.I turned off the engine and got out. The morning air still carried some of the night’s coolness, but the sun was already hitting the driveway, forcing me to squint as I grabbed my bag.The heavy front door swung wide, and Pepa stepped outside.I paused by my car. For a second, I almost didn't recognize her. Pepa never looked unpolished, but this morning, she did. Her face
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