Evelyn
In less than an hour, we landed, and the place reeked of desperation and no change.
The convoy pulled through the iron gates and I leaned forward in my seat, taking in the estate with fresh eyes.
Everything looked exactly the way I remembered it, a little older, a little more worn, like a man who had stopped trying to impress anyone. The mansion at the end of the driveway was mine now, every brick, every corridor, every room with its high ceilings and its old money arrogance, and as the car rolled to a stop in front of the entrance, I felt something settle in my chest that had nothing to do with sentimentality.
I stepped out and the staff moved immediately, pulling bags from the boot of the cars with quiet efficiency. I left them to it, reaching back into the car for Leo's ha
