My heart raced, trying to reconcile the night’s joy with the chill that had suddenly crept in.
The housekeeper’s eyes were filled with something I couldn’t quite place—fear, maybe?
I stood there, unable to move, as the weight of her words pressed down on me.
I wanted to ask more, to understand what she meant, but the words wouldn’t come.
She stepped back, glancing nervously down the hall, as if expecting someone to appear.
“Please,” she urged again, her voice softer but no less urgent.
Then she was gone, leaving me alone to grapple with the sudden shift in reality.
The room felt different now, the shadows longer, the silence deeper.
I crossed to the window, pulling back the heavy drapes to let in the moonlight.
Outside, the garden lay still, a world untouched by the turmoil inside.
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