Chapter 6
Eleanor waved off her guests before returning to the front parlor. She’d always liked sitting there. The delicate blue velvet wingback chair was her favorite in the house and the paintings calmed her. She fretted; she shouldn’t need calming after a dinner party, she’d always loved dinner parties. Her friends, and her son, and her son’s…boyfriend had looked so pretty and happy. She should be happy.
She opened her watch and took a pill, letting the bitter taste linger on her tongue.
“Eleanor, darling,” a familiar booming voice said. “I thought I might stay a little, have a nightcap with you.”
“Wesley,” she said, looking up. He held a crystal wine glass out to her and in the faint light, she thought it was port before she took her first sip and nearly choked on Charles’s single-
