The villa was quiet, save for the two pairs of footsteps echoing in the hallway and the distant echoes of waves crashing against the shore. Neither Nathaniel nor Elsie talked as they left Lorianne's bedroom.
The little one was sound asleep in the unfamiliar yet cozy bedroom. She didn't even stir as they crawled out of the bed, afraid of accidentally waking her up.
"Let's talk in my study," Nathaniel glanced behind his shoulder, looking at Elsie who walked behind him, "Tristan should be in his room already, but... it's better to be safe."
Understanding what Nathaniel meant, Elsie nodded, "Wherever you feel right."
Both of them couldn't predict how their conversation would be despite knowing what kind of issues they would bring up. The shadows of the past loomed over their heads, haunting like a phantom.
Nathaniel led Elsie to his home study. The hallway was brightly lit by the lamps hanging from the ceiling. Pushing the wooden door open, the lights inside showered on them.
