Madelyn was discharged from the hospital two days later. A driver from the Jent residence picked her up and drove her home. As she stepped through the front door, Rosario was conspicuously absent. In her place was a new face—a woman in her fifties introduced as the new maid.

"Hello, Ms. Jent," the new maid greeted. Madelyn gave a nonchalant "Hm" in response, her mind elsewhere.

Suddenly, the soft murmur of voices drifted from upstairs.

"You're so naughty."

"That's because I'm taking you out