Edwina’s POV…
I returned home after the altercation with my sister. I walked through the door and straight to my room; as I descended the grand stairs, I took a moment to pause and admire my favorite painting, reminiscing about simpler times. I sighed and went to my room. I don’t know why I love that painting, but there has been something familiar about its feel and the way it speaks to me.
When I walked in, I noticed Alexander on the bed. He was reading a book. The light from the bedside lamp, the room’s sole source of light, gave him a dark, mysterious feeling.
He looked up from his book and smiled at me, and I returned a tired smile before walking into the closet to change my clothes, wondering if there was a better way I could have handled this situation with my sister. He closed
