When Stella opened her eyes the following day, the room contained no sign of Clarence.
"Good morning, Mrs. Conrad," A servant knocked on the door. “Are you awake?"
Stella sat up, massaging her temples. Her answer was rather raspy, "Yes."
The servant entered shortly after and said, "Good morning, Mrs. Conrad. Breakfast is prepared. Which would you prefer—here or downstairs?"
"I'll go downstairs."
"Okay," the servant replied. She then pivoted and departed.
Stella waited for her strength to return while sitting on the bed. She grabbed another dress from the closet because she was unable to wear the clothes she had on the day before.
The servant brought her breakfast as she sat down at the dining table. The servant questioned, "Mrs. Conrad, are you feeling not well?"
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