Chapter 87 Eighty-seven

• Grace walked out of her bedroom, heading to the kitchen to find lunch. She wandered into the kitchen, expecting to find the usual hustle and bustle of the staff preparing food.
• But to her surprise, the kitchen was eerily quiet. The large space, typically filled with clatter of pots and pans was empty. The counters were spotless, the stove cold, and not a single soul was in sight.
• “Where did everybody go?" She muttered under her breath, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of life.