Chapter 45

The Knight’s estate remained unchanged. As I strolled past the garden, time froze and my childhood replayed before my eyes. I recalled Father’s warm embrace, Lovie’s giggles, and Mother’s watchful eyes as Father spun me in the air, allowing my skin to bathe under the sunlight. It was noon now, though. Those memories were the past in every possible way and as I entered the grand living room, Sylvia’s eyes met mine.