A Needle in Time

The heavy oak front door of the Vance residence swung open. Sylvia marched into the spacious living room, Odette trailing closely behind her with perfect posture. Marcella, who had returned an hour prior, sat quietly on the velvet sofa.

Sylvia’s sharp gaze instantly locked onto her. "Do not think I forgot how you vanished from the art gallery today," she snapped, her heels clicking aggressively a