Chapter 15Vincent spent the next few days in a fog of misery and heartbreak, moving almost constantly between the rooms of his house in an attempt to find a place to exist that did not remind him of Eiji, did not make missing him rise up his throat to settle between his back teeth like bile. He could not find such a place, and so kept moving.
The staff treated him with a sort of wary deference. Many of them were already part of his family’s household when his father had left, barring the younger maids, and they knew full well why Vincent feared love so much. Now that the worst had come to pass, they spoke to him in hushed tones, bringing him his meals quietly and leaving him in peace. It was both the best and the worst thing they could have done; he ached for distraction, but also burned
