A knock on the door made me look up from the book I was ready for Brahms, it was Malcom "About time you came again with the groceries, food was running low." Standing up I made my way to Malcom "You know you can just come to town to get some yourself, its not like this house is the only place you can be." "I know but it's weird leaving the house after such a long time, it is becoming to feel like my own house." I gave Malcom a lopsided smile before walking with Brahms in my arms to the kitchen, seeing the groceries in the crates ready to be unpacked.

After were done with putting the groceries in place Malcom turned to me and handed me my pay check and a second letter, I immediately recognized the handwriting of msr Heelshire, I placed it away not thinking much of it thinking it would tell me when they would return and all that "Well that is it today, I should hurry now loads more of delivery's to do. As always have a nice day Ms Y/L/N and till next week." "You to Malcom." Making our ways to the front door opening it for him and as always leaving me behind in this house I so grew fond of.

Back in the house I walked back in the kithen expecting Brahms to sit in one of the chairs but to my surprise he wasn't, he has never done this. Growing worried I tried calling out to him to no avail "Hide and seek, huh Brahms? Well game on then."

Kitchen, living room, my room, his room, guest rooms and the library were all clear, no Brahms to be found this made me really worried. The same panic I had when I lost him the first time came all rushing back "Is he outside or did I miss a room!?" Back downstairs I was about to lose my mind, but the sound of a thud upstairs made me stop in my tracks, standing still and listening for another sound, there it was again, agian, agian and again not before a really loud thud making me jump, no other sound was heard after that. Rushing to the kitchen I grabbed a kitchen knife before making my way upstairs.

Upstairs everything seemed normal only the one most obvious thing was there the attic was opend, standing infront of the ladder leading up to the attic, not knowing if i'm aloud up there since i've never been up there. The sound of a thud in the attic made me answer the question I had in my head, so I slowly made my way onto the ladder, with every step I took a creak sound was heard, even more louder in the silence I was, only 2 more steps, not before I poked my head out to look on floor level to look for anything, it was quite dark to see there was only 1 window shining some light into the attic, and underneath the window there he was "Brahms!!" Screaming his name I quickly made my way to him picking him up not seeing the book that was laying in his lap, the sound of the book falling made me hold onto him even more like a protective mother.

The book looked to be a photo book, sitting down with Brahms I placed the book into my own lap and opend the photo book, being surprised to see all sorts of baby photo's of young Brhams in it, having dates and short sentences written under them explaining what was happening, with each turn of the page I saw Brahms grow from a baby to a toddler to the 8 year old boy he was as I know him as, I also saw how his once adorable smile grew into a frown to a stare that gave me the chills, what could have happend for him to turn so dark, his parents couldn't be the reason could they? The Heelshires are one of the most nicest people i've ever met so they couldn't be it, so what was it, before I could question it even more I came upon the last picture in the book, A young good looking Brahms on it and a beautifull looking girl with blond hair, the girl isn't looking so happy neither does brahms, looking at the sentence written on it I knew the aswer to it "Emily Cribbs and Brahms on Brahms his 8th birthday." Reading aloud made it no better, Malcom told the story of these 2, I didn't believe a boy could kill a girl so I shrugged it off as a excuse that someone said to get done with the case.

I left the attic soon after, I started to feel as my presence was no longer welcome up there, back downstairs it was time for lunch and cleaning the traps, the tupperware I left the other day hasn't yet returned which is odd since I always have it back by now, maybe he doesn't know what to say on the note or he hasn't finished the meal yet. Sitting at the table eating the lunch I made I saw the letter the Heelshires wrote, grabbing it I opend it and started reading not expecting the things written on it.

Dear Y/N,

We must inform you that we will not return home.

The burden of losing our son and having done what we did became to much.

Both me and Mr Heelshire think it is best to leave you and Brahms was the best thing to do,

Brahms has never reacted the way he did to any nanny we hired then the way he did to you,

So we think you will be the best thing for our son .

Please love him with all you have as so will he as you give him the time.

You will bring the light back into him that was once lost.

I hope you can forgive our selfishness and keep on living in the house as it is yours now,

We leave our inheritance to you.

May god forgive our souls.

"What on earth is going on!?"