Cynthia's POV
I took the piece of fabric back to my room, with a strange feeling in my heart all the time, a feeling that made me afraid to just throw the piece of fabric away, I always felt that the name on it must be 'Cynthia', although I could no longer see the full name, but miraculously, I just knew.
This suspicion made me afraid to just throw away this piece of fabric, I locked it into a drawer in the attic, and I wouldn't let anyone find it until I had a clue.
The manor seemed to harbor many secrets. Why were there so few things left by Arther's mother? What was the reason for Mr. Madison's bad father-son relationship with Arther? What secret was hidden in the untrodden parts of the manor?
These things I was not in any position to know the truth, but I still care, which made me
