Some photos were of Leda, freshly off the rollercoaster, looking she’d dodged a bullet.

sight was so hilarious that she couldn’t help but burst laughter.

Scrolling end, she to lock phone when she two familiar figures the background her selfie.

pursed slightly, realizing she’d accidentally caught Millie and Murray the frame.

was the star in and others mere background extras.

Yet, how those two held hands made it seem like she the intruder in their world.

…

“Sadie, Sadie!” Murray his stomach, pale as a ghost, calling twice.

But mansion was eerily silent.

There was no response.

He’d up in agony.

Waves of pain rolled his stomach, leaving him cold and nauseous, but came out when he tried to throw up.

It a familiar pain, his stomach ulcer again.

Remembering he antacids in the house, Murray rummaged through the cabinets only to find empty box.

the he called assistant.

“Bring some antacids to the mansion, will you?”

urgency, the assistant rushed to pharmacy and drove to the mansion, finding Murray pale silent on the couch, bullets.

“Mr.

Sherwood, your medication.

”

Murray took the pills and water and gulped them down immediately.

The asked with concern, “Do you need anything to eat?”

Murray him off.

“Just go.

”

Relieved, the left quietly.

less than an hour Murray was on again.

“What of antacids did you get? not at all.

How hard can it be pick the right ones? Can’t you or see?” tried to keep temper in but the pain made it difficult.

Noticing the medication wasn’t his usual brand, he realized it ineffective.

Mr.

Sherwood.

didn’t check.

Which brand do need?”

Murray at the box, his mind e going blank.

Roseanne used to take care of this.

He had no idea about brands or manufacturers.

Her choices always worked immediately.

en.

swhovels.

net

Hanging up, frustrated, he dialed Roseanne’s number.

“Sorry, number you are calling is currently busy…”

face darkened, remembering Roseanne had blocked him.

Then, the sound of door opening.

Sadie was back from shopping.

Murray disliked strangers his home, she fixed times for duties.

Seeing her, approached, “Sadie, phone?”

Startled his ghastly appearance, she asked, “Mr.

Sherwood, what’s wrong with you?”

Murray “Just give me your phone.

need to call.

”

Dialing without a thought, the familiar number connected quickly.

“Hello? Sadje?” Her voice was clear before the ē had barrage of questions and accusations.

But stuck in his throat, he could only stomach’s acting up.

”