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.
• “You came,” she whispered with a soft smile playing on her lips.