The main hall was in a state of complete, absolute chaos. The front doors were blasted out of their hinges, the chandelier was torn off the ceiling, the furniture all toppled over, broken into pieces, the glass shattered. As if a hurricane had just passed through.
And in the middle of it all, stood a woman, fifty-something years old or so, her billowed light brown hair with silver streaks giving her a wild and free appearance. She was resting her hands on her hips, wearing a defiant look, as she faced Cyrus, Miles, and Catherine.
Lane crept closer to the damaged balustrade, trying to get a better look. It was the first time he had seen her, he was sure of that… And yet, she looked somewhat familiar…
It took a moment before it hit him. Grandmother Diana! The strange woman looked just like his grandmother did in the pictures, except that much older. Of course, she couldn't possibly be Diana, who had passed away when Uncle Jordan was just one year old, but…
