The front and back courtyards of Waverly Estate were expansive. The lawn stretched out and was enclosed by rows of old trees, forming a quiet, secluded space. Elodie followed the cobblestone path at an unhurried pace. She had no particular destination. She walked and kept walking until she passed through the canopy of shade. She looked up and realized she had stopped under the old oak tree.
This tree had to be at least 100years old. The crown was still thick, but with winter coming on, the leaves had already begun to fall. A breeze stirred, and a few scattered pieces drifted down in slow spirals.
This was where she had confessed to Damian. Right under this tree.
It wasn't a good memory. But standing here now, she saw the figure in the white dress shirt beneath the tree and froze, just f
