Hannah stared at the reddish marks on her wrists in awe, she blinked twice, making sure that she wasn't in fact dreaming.
"Does that hurt?" Brooke asked, piercing into her thoughts.
Raising her gaze, Hannah could not help but ask, "I don't understand, Mrs Grayson what is happening?" She recalled Brooke coming into the basement, barely minutes after Gilbert had left and ordering the maids to release her.
Sitting on her own bed, and not in a jail cell felt surreal.
Brooke sat next to her and held her hand, "Hannah, I know you're not the one who laced Mr Grayson's medicines."
"But how-" she was saying, but Brooke cut her off with a cheeky smile.
"You fell for my acting didn't you?" She teased.
"Acting?" Hannah gasped, "You mean you…all this time…" she stopped, "What about master Grayson?"
"He's fine, he was never in danger. It was all just a plan to find out who it was that laced his medicine." Brooke explained.
