The last points of blue light faded, leaving the smell of ozone in the Sterling mansion.
Years passed. Arthur's hair turned silver. He refused to sell the house or replace anything Evelyn's erasure had taken.
The man who had once controlled every room he entered spent most of his time walking through the empty ones. The Sterling name remained on the gates, but the house stayed exactly as it had been after the purge.
Every year on the anniversary, he set the dining table for two and lit the candles. He sat across from the empty chair and apologized until they burned down. Each year, he found it harder to picture her face.
He could still remember each scene the Judgment Log had shown him. Evelyn's features were the part that kept slipping away.
Leo grew quiet as he got older and kept pe
