Ethan was walking a path through the living room, up and down, up and down. After his outburst and the destruction of his father’s study, Rebecca had taken him downstairs. He had poured himself a strong drink and when Rebecca nodded at him, poured her a light sherry which she was sipping now. It had become dark while they had been waiting. Ethan absently wondered how many hours had passed.
The living room they were in, was decorated just as stylish and with great taste as the rest of the house, in the same vintage decorative style. However the slight, gentle touches of a woman was much more apparent here than in his father’s study. Rebecca hadn’t been scared to imprint her own personality on the house he had grown up in. With a pot plant in a corner, a huge mirror at the entrance to the h
