Chapter 54:
The Ghost Wears A Smile
POV: Mary
The storm hadn’t started yet, but it was coming. The wind hissed through the trees with a warning, and the clouds outside my window were heavy with something unspoken. I stood alone in the hallway, barefoot on the cold marble, staring at the letter Andrew had left untouched on his desk. The one Nicholas brought.
"Forgive each other, if you can."
I hated that it haunted me. I hated more that it felt like something was shifting. Between Andrew and me. Between this house and the ghosts buried in its corners.
I pressed my palm against the windowpane, my breath fogging the glass.
Andrew hadn’t spoken much since that letter arrived. He’d grown more closed off. Like he was shrinking into himself, piece by piece, and I couldn’t reach in to pull
