Chapter 62 The Weight Of Why

• Rain streaked the windows of the Lancaster estate. Inside, silence blanketed the sitting room. Scarlett sat on the edge of the antique sofa, her eyes fixed on a worn photograph in her hands.
• It was a wedding photo.
• She wore ivory. Damien unmoving, unconscious lay in a hospital bed behind her. His skin pale. Machines the only sign of life. The photographer had staged the shot as a "devoted wife beside her coma-stricken husband."