It was two days since my father had passed away and rites were conducted. I had been in my chamber ever since. Sobbing uncontrollably until my eyes and cheeks were puffy from my grieving. I couldn’t eat and had barely drank the tea my silent maid insisted on bringing me.
But it was this afternoon that the butler arrived to tell me I was being summoned to my father’s office downstairs.
Bodin.
He’d be the only one that would be down there, that I knew of.
“I don’t want to see him.” I told Robert.
The Butler turned stiltedly to relay my message.
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Sarah materialized in my doorway soon after. “How are you holding up, Darling?”
“Sarah!” I rushed across the room and flung myself into her arms.
She put her forehead to mine. Seeming more like a sister than the dear friend she was. “I’ve
