ngers shaking. Behind her, the imposing Sinclair man
for her, that house
cautiously and slowly down
. Nolan would yell at her, tell her to stop and
ght remain
y. She paused beside the sleek b
ast glance at the mansion. The front doors stayed
commanding voice brea
n't comin
n tears but she foug
suitcase into the car's trunk, her every
nderstand she
e to be
mansion doors
s, nails bitting into her hands.
to her coat pocket and pulled out
ng herself to say to his face
rt. However, I can't be the onl
looked at the elderly woman behind the doorway-Mrs. Hat
e a whisper, she said, "Give thi
sorrow flashing in her ga
odded. She
got into
w lingering near the doorway. A pair of c
rs that reached for the
into the darkness, never
°
ending ribbon of darkness illuminated s
though the engine hummed steadily. Her knuckles turned
leaving behind, even though every mile she put between hers
es were un
stare when
p in the hopes that he would return home early, she was let down. The way he stood wi
t harder against th
ed to ge
y going on forever. The pain in her chest wo
name of a town she was unfamili
e, her vision fading at the edges. She only knew she
t flickered through the darkness ca
old, the paint peeling from its wooden walls. A single light buzzed a
breathe,
ilence was oppressive. As she exchanged money for a
m 1
oorly lit room. A faded floral blanket covered the bed
er hands on her st
made a m
supposed to f
up on the stiff mattress, her b
he first
at mansion, she l
she sobbed into the darkness, convinced
°
is tie. Evelyn had stayed behind, lingering too long with
close, but he hadn't pushed her away fa
a sharp
bel
explain, curled up on her side of the bed,
harp gaze scanned the s
as open. Her clot
hed. A humorless
she l
oud, too proud. He should've known
himself to stay calm. She would
st to argue, to demand answers. She possessed that kind of fir
passed.
enc
s. No m
t on the edge of bed and rolled
was a
orn, but this... This w
glass. Had she really left for
e. He could call her. Find out
dark and unyielding
ted to lea
chase after her. He wouldn't beg
swallow, forcing the unease deep
the empty bed, the whis
ly just about
ike this time, Isabel