"I have been expecting you, Darian. I knew you'd come for me." Amy leaned on the high stool in the bar of her living room.
The activities of the casino had been suspended since the day Gaius was poisoned. All of the women working there were to remain in their houses as they were being investigated on what they knew about the poisoning.
Darian carefully observed her, she seemed to be at ease like nothing at all was bothering her.
"You know why I am here, don't you?" He asked, his eyes lingering on the painting that was hung on the wall—the one he gifted her many years ago.
It was still clean the way he gave it to her. It was the painting of a woman who wrapped her baby in her hands, her eyes were sad as she stared at the baby.
Amy specifically chose it when they went to the art gallery
