When Franklin called, I had just reached the entrance of Howard Castle.
Everything seemed to be just right.
The day I left Howard Castle, Martha asked when I would be back, and I replied, “I’m not coming back.”
And indeed, I couldn’t go back.
Even now, standing at the gates, I had no choice but to turn around and leave.
Through the rearview mirror, I saw the gates open, and Martha ran out. “Mrs. Hall? Mrs. Hall? What should we do with the things on the top floor...”
I slammed on the accelerator and sped off.
The image of the top floor, a complete mess, flashed back into my mind.
It was clear now—it was just him venting his frustration.
He and Zara... they must be so happy now.
They’re truly intimate with each other.
He must be much more gentle with Zara, much more patient with h
