David's Pov
She was getting too close.
I sat in my wheelchair in the dim light of my private sitting room, fingers drumming lightly on the armrest. The faint sound I had heard earlier still echoed in my mind — that small, broken sob from the storage room. My hand had been on the door handle. One more second and I would have opened it. One more second and I would have seen her face.
Clara.
My perfect, loyal wife.
I smiled slowly to myself. The thought should have angered me, but instead it sent a thrill through my veins. She was finally waking up. After ten long years of playing the devoted caretaker, my little bird was starting to peck at the bars of her cage. How fascinating
I stood up from the wheelchair, enjoying the stretch in my legs. No one was watching. I walked across the roo
