Isabella
I had barely made it halfway up the staircase when the front door opened again.
William.
I knew it was him even without having to look behind me. His familiar footsteps echoed through the mansion, steady and unhurried, followed almost immediately by Evelyn’s sharp voice rising from the living room.
“William.” Evelyn shrieked, running over to her beloved son. “Thank goodness you're back. Your wife has completely forgotten her place.”
I paused instinctively, one hand tightening around my cane. It probably wouldn't matter, but I was actually interested in what William's response was going to be.
“Mother?” There was a brief silence before William spoke. “What happened?”
“What happened?” Evelyn sounded outraged by the question itself. “She disappeared all day, came home with
