CHAPTER 31 WHAT AN UNCLE!

Claire. We were watching the third movie when Candace walked in to inform us that Declan was back, and he wanted to see me in his study. That was twenty minutes ago, and I haven't moved from my seat. “Aunt Claire, aren't you going to Uncle Declan anymore? I thought he called for you,” Irene asked as she turned to look at me. This had to have been on her mind for her to turn away from the large screen, which she hasn't done since we got here, not even when we were passing her food to her. “I will; I am just bracing myself!” I sighed as I looked at Willow for some emotional, moral and physical support, but she was laughing at what'd been done on the screen. “I guess I have to go now!” I whispered in a low voice before struggling to get out of my seat. I had dragged this way too long. I went to the kitchen first, which I had gotten accustomed to. I could easily become disoriented while searching for any room, but the kitchen remained undiscovered. I just died of hunger. I saw Candace