the mansion was c
ter what happened at dinner. He just sat there-stoic and silent like the cold emb
irst, not waiting or offering his hand like he had earlier. I followed, h
l no
g legs cutting across the hall toward the grand staircase.
ke that, he
ght. No ex
chandelier above the corridor sparkled softly as I walked down the hallwa
m, the silence greeted
ner. Now, in the soft lighting, everything looked still and distant. I sat before the vanity m
by one, brushing aside my curls. My fingers worked slowl
when I h
reak of my b
nctively turning
ns and fresh bedsheets. Her movements were careful, precise, almost too quie
ssing room just as she ne
other lightly but eno
startled. "I'm so
topped
owed slightly
ad nervously. "I-I'm so sorry, Ma'am
firmly reaching out and hold
face. "No one, Ma'am. I-It w
w. "Oh, it's alrigh
he sheets tighter. "Forgive me, Ma
ithout saying another word or meeting my eyes. Her movements we
e door. "Would you be wanting to
. "I just returned from d
trange on my ton
ad to sou
"Of course, Ma'am. I'm sor
for the door
d softly. "Wha
ed. Her eyes darte
not sup
, stepping closer.
e a shy, uncertain smile. "Lucy
want you to assist me here. Show me around
usband, of course
in surprise, then softened.
en working
h a slight nod. "I'm
eal
bers in this house," she added, a
" I echoed, a
s, M
had no idea this hou
off in her demeanor like she was holding back, hid
kindness. Her warmth was a
k you,
ood night, Ma'am," she said,
faint sound echoing in my ears. Somethin
f the tongue
a mistake. I f
nger's name
pulled back the sheets, not even minding that I was still dressed in my dinner gown. Sliding
idn't co
ts were loud. Loud enough to blur
exhaustion pu
ce didn'
flashes of movement, echoes of voices,
the h
. Lif
hen I
dragging something heavy
eath c
mo
limp and
Her face pale and still ben
am, trying to run toward her
ag shut. The sound of the
ama! P
the morgue doors, disappearinMa
ing, drenched in sweat, my hea
oom wa
ere tangled a
just a
e fear
can't