I lay on the expansive, silk-draped bed, staring at the intricate molding of the ceiling as I recounted every event that had unfolded since we touched down in London. The house felt hollow now, echoing with silence from the emptiness left. Everyone was retreating into their own private corners of grief. Chloe had barricaded herself in her room, the distant sound of her muffled sobs the only proof she was still there, while Eric had used the excuse of putting Finn down to escape for a bit of privacy.
With Eleanor and the rest of the vultures finally gone, the house should have felt peaceful. Instead, it felt hollowed out. It was the dead of night, the kind of hour where your thoughts become too erratic, and I found that sleep was a luxury I couldn't afford. My mind kept looping back to the
