(Scarlett’s POV)
Three weeks after James's funeral, I find Virginia in her room—in the new house James allowed her to choose, the one she decorated in that completely different style, trying so hard to carve out a space that was hers alone.
Now she's packing it all up.
"You don't have to leave," I say from the doorway.
She glances back at me, and for the first time since I've known her, there's no hostility in her eyes. No jealousy or resentment. Just exhaustion and something that might be peace.
"I know." She folds a sweater carefully, placing it in the open suitcase on her bed. "But I need to."
Blair's downstairs, moving through the house like a ghost. She doesn't eat unless I force her. Doesn't sleep unless she's too exhausted to stay awake. Just sits in James's study, holding his
