The next couple of days were tense. Will hadn’t come home at all. He immersed himself in work during the day, and at night he was nowhere to be found. She felt like a bubble in an open field inside of that mansion. It was beautiful and vast, and she did not belong in it. She just floated around inside. Nowhere seemed suitable to land. Memories of Conrad lingered everywhere, triggering her guilt. He was probably rolling over in his grave at the state of them. The housekeepers and attendants kept their distant, and were very good at minding their business. But the house had eyes and ears in hidden places. She was certain they knew what was going between them.
“Are you coming home tonight?” Emma asked, calling him after two nights of being gone.
“No,” he was short with her.
“Have y
