Eleanor stayed in the hospital for three days. In that time, something shifted. Not dramatically—Eleanor was still Eleanor, still issuing […]

Three days after their conversation in the study, Eleanor collapsed. Camille was in the library when she heard the crash—something

Camille waited until morning, until Nicholas left for an early meeting, until the staff had cleared breakfast and Eleanor was

Camille couldn’t sleep. It was two in the morning, and she lay in Nicholas’s bed—their bed now, since she’d stopped

The suitcase sat open on Camille’s bed like an accusation. She’d made it three hours after Nicholas’s confession before the

Camille woke to find Nicholas already awake, watching her. It had become their new normal over the past week—falling asleep

They ended up on the roof. Neither of them suggested it—Camille just started walking after their conversation in her bedroom,

Henry left after three days, but the chaos he’d created lingered. Camille couldn’t stop replaying that dinner—her improvised speech about

Camille knew something was wrong the moment she saw Eleanor’s expression at breakfast. The older woman sat at the head

The garden in October was all dying things pretending to be beautiful. Camille stood at the window of her bedroom,