Heather rolled her suitcases toward the entrance, her movements deliberate and steady. She had packed everything. Her belongings. Alex's, too. Marcus, ever reliable, helped carry the heavier bags, moving in stride beside her as maids carefully transferred everything into the house.
"Mrs. Thorne, where do you want this to go?" One of them asked, pausing beside her.
Heather exhaled, barely glancing up. "Take it to my room. It's on the second floor." She was exhausted. So she only sighed.
The maid hesitated. Aren't you going to move into the master's bedroom?"
Heather barely reacted. "No."
There was a slight pause. A shift in the maid's expression, confusion, something bordering on hesitation.
Heather caught it instantly. "What?"
The woman straightened, shaking her head slightly before attempting to roll the suitcase away. "Um," she finally murmured, "usually, the wife of the master stays in the master's bedroom."
Heather forced a smile. "Of course."
