Inside the Everhart Manor
The grand living room of Everhart Manor—usually a place of elegant warmth—was now steeped in somber quiet.
Heavy curtains dimmed the sunlight, casting the room in a soft golden hue, while the crackling fireplace offered little comfort.
The sofas, arranged in a circular formation, now served as a somber council for worried hearts.
Liana Everhart, the mistress of the house and mother to Amelia, sat at the center of it all, surrounded by the girls.
Her elegant posture had withered, replaced by tension in her shoulders and a distant, haunted look in her eyes.
The weight of a mother's dread pressed down on her every breath, and it was all she could do to keep herself composed.
The others tried their best to comfort her.
