Charlotte’s POV.
As soon as the maid stepped out the door, I closed the door quietly behind her and stood there for a moment, staring at the unfamiliar space.
Everything in Hill Manor was beautiful, elegant, and carefully arranged, but I felt completely out of place. I had spent years away from this place, years imagining what my life would have looked like if things had gone differently, but standing here again only reminded me that time had moved on without me.
I walked straight into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water was hot. Almost too hot. But I didn’t care. I stepped under the harsh spray and let it beat down on me.
The events of the day replayed in my mind over and over again. Seeing little grape, hearing her call another woman ‘Mom’ instead of me, watching her he
