That dream... had it been real?

A house that would protect me without hurting me in exchange. It was a comforting thought, one that I wouldn't just ignore. If there was any chance that I would be unconditionally protected here, then I couldn't leave. Perhaps it would be unwise to ever leave. That meant I was stuck here whether Frank stayed or not. Except...

If the house would protect me unconditionally, then it was safe to put myself in danger as long as I remained here. I could push Frank to the point of violence and the house would prevent any harm from coming to me. In short, I could convert my protection into a weapon.

Of course, my dream could have only been a dream. It would be unwise to rely on that sort of protection unless I had no alternative, so I would have to keep my plan in reserve. Still, it felt much better to have some sort of back up plan at the ready.

I texted Vivian back, asking her how she was and how the proceedings were going. If all went well, we would be able to get rid of Frank before the situation could become too serious. For now, I had to get more information, and that meant tracking down Amanda. I dressed myself casually before making my way to the breakfast table. First and foremost, I needed to figure out what had happened to Frank's brats, especially Jamie. If she was really dead... that would give me all the more reason to trust in my dream. Of course, I couldn't ask Amanda about that outright. I would have to be very tactful in my prodding, or else risk revealing how much I knew.