Chapter 6As Ian waited in the shadows, sticking close to the wall, a cover of trees canopied the garden, providing him a place to hide. His gaze drifted towards the mound of soil, the fresh flowers covering it. The memories flitted in and out, keeping him company.
After his mother’s death, life carried on much the same for Ian for a time. His routine consisted mainly of tutors, visits from Rhys, and occasionally his father. Then, around the age of five, a woman came into his life, brought in like a frigid and gathering storm on his father’s arm.
His first memory of Katherine was clear as day. The bright red coat with glitzy gold buttons and broad shoulders. A large wide-brimmed hat and oversized dark shades obscured her face. But even as a child, he was awestruck by her cold, ethereal be
