Ever since that fateful encounter at my usual bar, this girl has brought nothing but trouble into my life. It's as if the universe itself conspires to make things worse day by day. With a sigh of resignation, I turn away and hurry inside my home, the weight of her presence lingering in my mind.
Nora's chamber is where I find myself heading, a sense of urgency pushing me forward. I've never been so driven to seek her out before, but the uproar caused by Karen's actions leaves me with no choice. Inside her part of the house, a maid is in the midst of cleaning. Impatience taints my voice as I demand, "Where is Nora?"
The maid's response is hesitant, her fear palpable. "At... the study," she stammers. Without wasting a moment, I turn and stride purposefully towards the study, my mind racing
