The car came to a stop in front of Vermont Estate just as my watch struck seven in the evening. It had been an incredibly long, exhausting day.
I'd rather be back on a battlefield than deal with something as unpredictable as emotions. But I had no choice. I was the one who'd started this fire. It was my responsibility to put it out.
I stepped out of the car and stood there for a long moment, staring at the estate.
I'd visited this place countless times over the past six years. Though after Seraphina's pregnancy, those visits had become less frequent because her health needed more care.
Not once had I ever felt this nervous about pressing the doorbell. Maybe because I'd come alone. Before, I'd always come here with Seraphina. Somewhere along the way, this place had started to feel like
