Doubting Abbey

Crap. I took off my mic and we handed them to the cameraman. Gaynor and Roxy were still staring up at the ginormous portrait. Edward had disappeared, having muttered something about his blog.

‘It’s as if you’re a complete stranger, Abigail,’ said the Earl and glared. ‘The Richard I used to know loved these old anecdotes. Estrangement or not, I’m sure any daughter of his would be familiar with what her ancestors looked like and, in God’s name, know the origins of how this place was built!’

‘I… Yes… You see…’ I stuttered.

‘Well?’ he said. ‘I’m waiting for what had better be a damn good explanation.’