The only sound in the house was the faint ticking of the old clock that hung in the grand hall.
The evening light flickered dimly on the chandelier above the marble floor. Despite not being able to see the garden, Carson stood by the large window with his hands in his pockets gazing out.
His jaw was clenched.
All evening he had been anticipating this exchange. Softly, the door behind him opened.
Victoria asked in a calm but firm voice “Carson you wanted to talk to me?”
He made a slow turn.
“Yes mom. We should talk” he said.
Victoria entered the room at full length. She moved to sit on the white couch, her silk robe lightly brushing the floor.
“You seem sincere” she remarked neatly crossing her legs. “What is it this time?”
And he stood.
“It’s about Bridget,” he stated.
She
