Elena opened the door of her room and stepped outside. After returning from the cemetery she had eaten dinner, freshened up and gone straight to bed.
She had spent an hour rolling around unable to sleep, probably because she had slept most of the day. She decided to go downstairs for a walk hoping it would help.
Her eyes moved to the room across from hers. Lucien's.
Was he back yet?
Sara had told her that before they left the cemetery he had instructed them to return without him and that he would try to be home soon. It was almost past midnight and she found herself wondering if he had actually returned.
She hung the wool sweater she had brought along over her arm in case it got cold outside and headed for the stairs.
Her footsteps padded softly against them. She was barely halfway
