Chapter 70

Debbie drove up her parents' driveway on Thursday evening for the usual family bi-weekly Thursday dinner. She felt listless and drained more than ever.

She would have loved to just go home,have a soak in her bathtub and sleep off right after. But she knew none of her family members would understand. More so, she missed the last two dinner Thursdays. So, here she was.

She exited her car and walked up to the large front door. She pressed the ball and a uniformed house staff opened the door for her.

"Good evening Miss. Debbie," Gabriel greeted with a slight bow. "Good evening Gabriel. How are you?"

"I'm fine, Miss. Debbie," he shut the door. "Your mom is in the kitchen with Amelia."

"Oh, okay." She dropped her purse on one of the side tables and headed to the kitchen. Her mom was towering over the stove, stirring the content of a big pot when she walked into the kitchen.

Though Amelia, the chef and her assistant were in charge of cooking for the fami