The sound of the front doors opening echoed and a few minutes later, Nathaniel walked into the room, followed closely by his mother.
The atmosphere changed instantly. It was awkward. Nathaniel looked tired, his face a bit pale, while Eleanor looked as cold and dangerous as ever.
"There you are," Eleanor said, looking at me with total disapproval. "My son has just returned from the hospital after a collapse, and you’re sitting here in the bedroom? You should have been at the door. You’re his wife, Aurora. You should be fawning over your sick husband, not hiding away."
I didn't say anything. I just looked at Nathaniel, who refused to meet my eyes. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else.
"I have things to attend to," Eleanor snapped, giving me one last cold glare. "Try to act like
