Liora didn't sleep.
She lay awake long after the manor had gone quiet.
One sentence echoed through her mind.
She wasn't supposed to know.
She replayed it again.
And again.
Who had Caelan been talking about?
Her?
Someone else?
By sunrise, she had reached only one conclusion.
She couldn't keep living like this.
She needed to decide.
Either...
She trusted her husband.
Or she didn't.
---
The smell of fresh coffee drifted through the house.
Mrs. Agnes was humming softly in the kitchen.
For a brief moment...
Everything felt normal again.
"Liora?"
Mrs. Agnes smiled.
"I made your favorite cinnamon rolls."
"You remembered."
"My dear..."
Mrs. Agnes laughed.
"I remember everything."
Liora smiled politely.
If only remembering were always a blessing.
---
She found Caelan i
