The night was heavy, and the soft glow from the living room lights spread across the dark wooden floor, creating an atmosphere of serene stillness.
Cassandra pushed the door open and stepped inside, dropping her bag carelessly onto the sofa before draping her coat over the back of a chair. She grabbed a glass of water from the table and took a sip, the cool water sliding down her throat as she tried to shake off the heaviness in her mind.
Too much had happened that evening, especially with Emily mentioning the young Mr. Blake, which had unexpectedly brought to mind a figure long buried in the depths of her memories.
She wanted to push those thoughts away, but they clung to her like stubborn shadows, refusing to fade.
The sound of footsteps approached from behind, and Nathan's deep, mag
