Chapter 88 Eighty Eight

• Sheila’s POV.
• Growing up as a child, my Dad's study was strictly out of bounds. I was only allowed in, whenever he sent for me, and in most cases was when I was about to be scolded. But now, I can come in here without permission from him.
• Stepping into the study, everything seems the same just like I've known it. it smelled musty, and there was also a subtle smell of ink in the air, due to the fact my dad likes 'going old school' as he termed it.