Chapter 102 Running Away

• A moment earlier, Nancy tiptoed through the dim kitchen, the cold tiles biting at her bare feet. Her head still throbbed from the wine, but something more profound—something restless—had pulled her from bed. She had searched for Charles in all the usual places: his room, his study, even the library. But he was nowhere.
• A strange pull led her to the kitchen, and as she reached for a glass of water, movement outside the window caught her eye.
• A shadow.