With her clothes changed and her resolve firm, Jessica returned to Davis' side and gently took hold of his wheelchair.
A maid quietly trailed behind, hands full with a box of home-baked snacks and light refreshments. Deborah had carefully asked the kitchen to pack for her since she is heading out with Davis.
Though she had not taken over the cooking herself, everyone in the mansion had come to understand her place in the presence of Jessica and had subtly begun according to her the same respect.
Meanwhile, Davis had made his own preparations, ensuring the car was stocked with bottled water, energy bars, and essentials Jessica might need during the trip, however brief it promised to be.
The car, a sleek black armored SUV, gleaming under the sun waited at the foot of the wide stone stairs of Jessica's mansion.
