Page 1 of Seren

CHAPTER 1

Grace

My mom’s headlights cast the only light on the winding, tree-lined New Hampshire road. I toyed with the silver ring on my right ring finger, spinning it around and around. It was looser now. Lack of food would do that to a person.

“This isn’t going to be so bad,” my mom said softly from the driver’s seat.

Wasn’t going to be so bad? My dad just died, and I was being forced to relocate to Grayson Manor where my mom had been a housekeeper for over eighteen years—an hour away from my home. She might not have minded spending her week away from the common people of Coopersville. But, I was a few months shy of graduating. I had friends and a life in Coopersville. “I just don’t understand why I couldn’t stay with Holly or Laney until you’re home on the weekends.”

She sighed, and I hated that a sigh could carry so much meaning. Hated that after everything she’d been through—we’dbeen through—I was still giving her grief over moving to the manor.

“You and this job are all I have left,” she said. “We’re both grieving, Grace. You need me as much as I need you.” She reached over and placed her frail hand on top of mine, causing me to stop spinning the ring my dad had given me. “This is what compromise looks like. We move here and you still get to graduate from Coopersville High. This way we both get what we want—at least until you leave for college in the fall.”

I heaved a sigh. Ihadagreed to stay at the manor where she’d lived during the week for my entire life. Though now she wouldn’t be home for weekends. She’d stay here indefinitely. I understood with my dad gone she wouldn’t allow a seventeen-year-old to stay home alone for weeks at a time. I just wished she agreed to let me stay with one of my friends because the hour ride in every morning and afternoon was surely going to suck.

My mom hit her blinker which was unnecessary given we were the only car on the stretch of dark road. We entered a neighborhood with high walls surrounding the properties. No houses were visible from the road, and I wondered if it was due to the darkness or if daylight would bring the same scenery. I knew my mother worked for a rich family, but from the looks of the walls, the people in these neighborhoods were beyond rich.

My mom turned off the main road and onto another. The brick wall surrounding this property continued for what felt like a mile. It was clear that only one house sat on this stretch of road. We pulled to a stop at an entrance blocked by an elaborate wrought-iron gate. My mom put down her window, and I watched her punch a code onto a discreet number pad set into a stone pillar. The gate in front of us slid aside as she put up her window and drove up the long winding drive. I peered into the darkness ahead waiting for the big reveal. Because I was certain therewouldbe a big reveal.

And, Grayson Manor did not disappoint.

As our car moved closer, the vastness of the property became apparent. It was as sprawling and grand as my mom had described it. The old cobblestone façade was a thing of beauty, even in the darkness. The chimneys. The gargoyles looking down. The circular drive with elaborate water fountain. This home was exquisite…and a little creepy. “They’ve gotthisbig of a place and you stay in the basement?”

“It’s not the basement. It’s the helps’ quarters.”

I rolled my eyes. “The help? You grew up with Maureen. She refers to you as the help?”

She shrugged, and I knew it had to bother her. She and “the lady of the house” were best friends growing up in Coopersville. But one lucky blind date set Maureen on a road to riches and my mom to a life of servitude. Maureen thought she’d done my mother a favor by giving her the job. But what she didn’t realize was my mom saw it as a favor to Maureen, always keeping an eye out for her once-best friend. When you had money, people used you. And my mother hated seeing that happen to Maureen. And, even when Maureen lost her husband to a heart attack three years ago, my mother was the only one to be there for her and her three sons—well, my momandMr. Grayson’s business partner Martine who was now her new husband.

My mom pulled the car to a stop around the side of the house. There was a six-car garage set apart from the main house, but she parked beside the garage so that her car was concealed by the darkness of the nearby trees. She switched off the engine, yet she didn’t make a move to get out. Silence filled the car telling me what I already knew. Our lives were going to be irreparably changed once we moved into the manor.

Knowing someone had to go first, I opened my door. The squeak of the older door broke the silence. I stepped out and the cool April night air bit at my skin as I circled to the trunk. As I waited for my mother to pop it open for me, I glanced at the manor, unable to believe the curveball life had thrown us. A curtain moved in a window on the second floor, catching my attention. I squinted into the darkness but saw nothing but a shadow.

Great.

As if life hadn’t been brutal enough, now I’d be dealing with ghosts.

CHAPTER 2

Grace

I tossed in bed all through the night, unable to get comfortable on the new mattress. If I’d slept more than three hours, it would’ve been a miracle. Like my appetite these days, my sleep pattern was out of whack. I glanced at my phone on the nightstand noting it was almost eight o’clock. Sleeping in the basement apartment with no windows would either be a blessing or a curse.

I sat up, stretching my arms above my head and twisting my long dark hair back into the hairband it had come loose from. The only bright side to my new situation was that it was spring break which gave me time to unpack, explore the house and grounds, and get acclimated to my new surroundings.

I’d expected Maureen to greet us when we’d arrived the previous night, but she was nowhere to be found as we made our way to “the helps’ quarters” which were indeed the basement. My mom’s apartment was homier and more modern than the older exterior of the house would suggest. She had two bedrooms, a kitchen area with nice marble countertops, and a bathroom with a spa tub and glass shower. My mom’s bedroom had a flat-screen on the wall and a queen-sized bed with a pretty lace comforter.

Maureen had made sure a bed was there when I arrived and had even decorated my new room with a pastel plaid comforter and matching throw pillows, a flat-screen, and a sleek white desk. I wondered if she was happy to have a girl in the house to balance out the testosterone of her three teenage boys. It wasn’t like I expected to see her often since the unspoken line had been drawn long ago between her and my mom. But, despite their change in status over the years, I still respected the fact that Maureen had suggested we move to Grayson Manor. She even handled selling our home so my mom didn’t have to. I guess she figured my mom didn’t need a mortgage to pay on her own now that my dad was gone.

My mom’s footsteps in the kitchen drew my attention to my closed bedroom door. I loved her with all I had, but for almost eighteen years, I only had her on weekends. During the week, my dad and I would fend for ourselves. Now, the notion that I’d be with her every day held a tinge of sadness, reaffirming the reason why. Tears stung my eyes. I wondered when the pain would stop hurting so much.

I crawled out of bed and opened my door, finding my mom in an outfit straight out of some historical British drama. “Oh, my God.”

“What?”

My eyes drifted over the one-piece, black, polyester dress with frilly white apron. “Maureen seriously makes you wear that?”

“She was a bit obsessed withDownton Abbey.”

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