I parked my car in the garage and with a sigh headed inside the house. Adara planned to hold the interviews in the drawing room that she’d redecorated. It felt almost like a lifetime ago but I could still smell James and Shoran’s blood in that room.
It held so many memories and even with the new flooring, furniture and bureaus in there, I couldn’t seem not to remember what had happened in there. I’d never forget that image of them both, covered in blood, lying on the floor.
I walked into the room and Adara looked up briefly. Vases with fresh flowers now adorned side tables and I could see that she’d put effort into the room. Despite the room’s history, it looked inviting.
“I didn’t think you would come,” she said to me.
“Well, here I am,” I said and then I regretted it. It sounded very
