Scarlett’s POV
The house was quiet.
Too quiet.
I stood at the window, sipping tea I’d forgotten to sweeten, watching the fog settle across the trees like silk. Jasper was in the other room. We hadn’t spoken in three hours. Not since the fight, if you could even call it that.
It wasn’t about anything important.
But somehow, it left me feeling hollow.
Earlier that Morning…
It started over a suitcase.
A damn suitcase.
Jasper had ordered new clothes for me, again. Sent someone discreet to deliver them up the back hill and into the house without anyone seeing. I didn’t even know how he managed to pull that off in this part of the country. But he had, of course. Because he was Jasper. Always finding ways to fix things. To do things for me.
I should’ve been grateful.
Instead, I felt… s
