Fourteen years ago
Adelaide
"Mrs. Fitzgerald. Mrs. Fitzgerald."
Jane's voice infiltrated my dreams, pulling me back to reality. Wherever I'd been mentally was better than here, better than the master suite of Montague Manor.
"Mrs. Fitzgerald, it's after noon. Alexandria's been asking about you."
I opened my eyes, only to quickly shut them again.
Why is the room so bright?
The floral wallpaper was an assault on my eyes. The matching draperies, bed covering, even the velvet sofas were color coordinated. It was all newly remodeled, seemingly seconds after my mother's funeral. Alton had the designers drawing up proposals to make the master suite ours.
"Jane," I moaned as much as spoke. "It's another migraine. Close the drapes. It's too bright."
The sound of rustling fabric let me
