Years later…
While on the phone with someone, Phina drove inside the compound. After she parked the car where it belonged in the garage, she stopped the conversation. She gestured in exhaustion, then removed her AirPod.
She got out of the car and entered the house through the back door. When she walks to her husband's sitting area, her heels clatter on the glossy floor. Feeling worn out from the day's events, she collapsed into one of the living room sofas. However, her work was not yet complete; she still had to prepare dinner for fifty guests.
That required more hours spent in the kitchen. Even with the housekeeper's help, she still had a lot of work to do. The children were also there.
She snapped her head back and surveyed the space. Her thoughts turned to possible locations for the kids. Patrick was probably in the playroom with them. She prayed that they would be there.