Ashford Manor had never felt so quiet.
The locked room stayed in Liora's thoughts all night.
She couldn't stop picturing the empty photo album.
Every photograph...
Gone.
Someone had wanted the past erased.
But why?
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The next morning...
She found Caelan already in the dining room.
He was reading documents over breakfast.
Mrs. Agnes poured coffee.
The atmosphere felt...
Normal.
Almost.
Liora studied him over the rim of her teacup.
He noticed immediately.
"What?"
She smiled innocently.
"I'm looking."
"At?"
"My husband."
The corner of his mouth lifted.
"And?"
"I'm trying to imagine you as a ten-year-old."
Mrs. Agnes laughed so suddenly she almost dropped the coffee pot.
Caelan sighed.
"I'm afraid you'll never succeed."
"Why?"
"I wasn't a particularly interesting
