"Are you going to be alright?" Marigold asked her parents.
The seven of them were gathered in front of the Manor, right outside its doors, staring at the large building. Giselle, the older of the two, was tightly holding her husband's hand. She smiled back at the younger ones.
"We will," she assured her daughter.
Walter hadn't said anything, his eyes still riveted on the Manor. He'd been there before, but the Manor had never felt so large nor lonely ever since his friend had passed away. They had asked most of the staff to take the day off so the Manor would be empty, except for the butler whose help they'd probably need to get through anything. This visit to the Manor felt like another part of grieving their friend. Gigi had been worried for her grandparents, too. She'd asked her frien
