Awaiting His Return

Just as always, Jenna was bossy and loved to nag at me until I did things the way she wanted. There were times that I found her annoying, but I have always appreciated all that she’d done for my mother and me.

“Where is she?” I asked flatly.

“You can come here and see for yourself,” she replied.

Before I could respond, Jenna began pulling on the sleeve of my suit. There was no way that an old and frail woman with such a small frame could manage to drag me along with her, but I found myself following her willingly as she led the way into the mansion. Dahlia truly saved me the trouble of looking for her. One step through the doorway and I could already see her.

“She fell asleep here while waiting for you…” Jenna reported with a worried look on her face.