"Are you sure about this, madam?" Darrell asked, his face bearing a look of concern and worry that shadowed his usually cheerful expression. He kept pace beside Serena as they headed downstairs, his mind trying to determine if she was indeed telling the truth or just joking around with him.
It was already night and she had sent for him earlier, her voice calm but insistent, to ask if there was any vehicle in the house that needed repair or servicing.
When he mentioned there were a few, she followed up with another question—whether work tools were available in the house. His affirmative answer only deepened his confusion, his mind racing with possibilities until she finally explained that she wanted to work on the vehicles to keep her mind busy and clear from evil thoughts.
