There was too much silence in the mansion for Carson’s comfort.
The chandelier cast a gentle golden glow on the marble floors but the radiance only highlighted the emptiness within him.
He was sitting by himself in the living room gazing at the fire in the fireplace. The air was filled with the crackling sound but even that seemed far away.
With a deep sigh he ran his fingers through his hair.
“Why does it still feel like she’s here?” he asked himself silently.
The hallway was filled with the sound of heels clicking. As always Victoria arrived at the doorway poised and calm.
As she got closer the light caught her pearl necklace.
“You’re sitting here by yourself again,”she remarked.
“I just had to think,” he remarked.
“You’ve been thinking too much,” she said.
Carson didn’t
