Chapter 5 - Margaret Hale Returns From Past
Two hundred miles away in a quiet suburb of Philadelphia, an elderly woman watched the morning news broadcast on a small kitchen television.
Margaret Hale adjusted her reading glasses, her sharp eyes narrowing as the screen displayed a photograph of Naomi in her gray uniform.
The news anchor was breathlessly reporting on the Whitmore House gala scandal and the mysterious housekeeper who possessed Olympic-level reflexes.
Margaret let out a dry, knowing chuckle that rattled the porcelain teacup sitting beside her worn leather notebook.
“I taught her better than to let herself get caught on camera,” Margaret muttered to the empty room.
She picked up a landline telephone with a rotary dial, punching in a long-distance prefix she hadn't used in over two years.
The phone rang four times before a crisp, professional voicemail greeting answered from a Massachusetts exchange.
Margaret didn't leave a message; she simply hung up the receiver and stared out the kitchen window at the falling snow.
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She knew that once a protector’s cover was blown, the quiet life they fought so hard to build would inevitably unravel.
And in Naomi’s case, the powerful enemies from her past were already paying attention to the Boston headlines.
