Chapter 17
The next day, James had a company come in to install a stair lift that ran on a track fixed to the wall. It would take me up and down the stairs, so I had free run of the house and wasn’t confined to our bedroom, as fond of it as I was.
The one room I hadn’t gone into was the bedroom he had shared with Jeremy Waters.
I stood before the door, feeling like one of Bluebeard’s brides, then pushed it open and gazed into it. It was not what I was expecting to see.
Plush curtains, the colour of burnt almonds, covered the windows, allowing a minimum of light to spill into the room and illuminate it. The room was tidy and free of dust, and I wondered if that was his cleaning lady’s doing, or if James came in to lovingly tend to it. The bed, some sort of Renaissance design, was Empero
