By the time Mason's car turned into the driveway, the sky was fully dark.
Lights glowed in the old marital home behind the gate. Roses climbed the stone wall, shadows tangled along the bricks.
He stepped out, handed the keys to the driver, and went up the steps.
The housekeeper opened the door. “Mr. Turner, welcome back."
“Where's Amelia?" he asked, loosening his tie.
She paused for a heartbeat. “Miss Sophie is in the living room," she said. “Would you like—"
“I asked where Amelia is," he repeated, voice flat.
“I… haven't seen Mrs. Turner this evening," she answered carefully.
His frown deepened.
He walked past her into the living room.
Sophie sat curled on the sofa, blanket over her knees, the TV playing a drama on low volume. At the sound of his steps, she jumped up.
“Brother
