Breathe. It will help you.
Nancy, the black maid’s toddler, gave the dying billionaire his inhaler and saved his life. She was not supposed to be there, but God works in mysterious ways, and this was no exception. What happened next would change their lives forever.
The mansion stood tall at the end of a long, quiet road. Its gates were always closed, and the guards barely spoke. Inside, everything looked perfect. The floors shone like mirrors. The chandeliers sparkled softly above. Expensive paintings covered the walls, and every room carried a quiet kind of luxury. It was the kind of place anyone would wish to live in, but no one could feel the emptiness unless they lived there.
Matthew, the billionaire owner of the mansion, walked slowly through the hallway that morning. His footsteps echoed in the silence. He did not look at the paintings anymore. He did not notice the beauty around him. Years ago, this house was full of life. His wife used to sit by the window waiting for him with a smile. His daughter would run around laughing and calling his name. Their voices filled every corner.
Now there was nothing.
