I didn’t expect anything from Madam Kensington. But I heard something that night.
No one used that part of the house anymore. Not since Madam Kensington moved out. It smelled like old wood and candle wax. The kind of silence that makes you forget what time feels like.
I didn’t know where I was going just that my feet wouldn’t stop moving.
The halls felt colder now, even though the lights were back. Like the walls remembered what had happened in the dark. What had happened to me.
I clutched the shawl tighter around my shoulders, half-hoping I wouldn’t be stopped. But also wishing someone would.
Every time a guard passed, I looked them in the eye, daring them to tell me I wasn’t allowed to walk freely. But no one did. Vincent must’ve told them to stay out of my way. Or maybe they just d
