he funeral, Stefan moved

the shareholders wouldn't accept Stefan

ering affection, left most of the family's w

to both of us, hoping St

Stefan

fe." Looking at his nominal fat

earing those words, Albin

my room's window, watching the maids

e much, just

e, clutching it himself and

e out its contents, only catchi

the blue wool scarf I

him with the gift. Surprise flashed in his e

, it's just me." I slipped into his arms, my face still flush

his chest vibrating. Unreadabl

head, feigni

rcely, launching a ne

uttered to myself, pulling the curtains shut, unawa

t door, we rarely cross

out early an

d in a high position, he was surrounded by seasone

getting manicures, sipping coffee,

also had to deal with my late husband's illegitimate

er how late he returned, al

floor, where maids rarely came a

waist, pulling me into a warm embrace. A tired voice murmur

et away with this," I thought,

ly, slipping back to his room be

he preserved my dignity in front o