#Chapter 81: Home
Abby
The scent of mahogany and bergamot fills the air as I step into the room that was once mine—our
room, really.
I feel so drawn to the familiarity of it all; the embroidered curtains, the chestnut armoire that I remember
picking out myself, and the plush rug that used to cu shion my bare feet in the mornings. Every little
detail is still the same, just as I remember it. It’s uncanny, really.
My fingers trace the intricate patterns on the upholstery of the armchair near the window. It’s a bit
surreal, being back in this space. I mean, this was my sanctuary once. Our sanctuary. But now, it’s
filled with… bittersweet memories. Maybe more bitter than sweet.
I move to the dresser next. That’s when I see it: a photo of us, still sitting exactly where it used to be on
top of the dresser—Karl and I laughing at something, looking so young, so naive. My eyes widen
slightly as I gently pick it up. Did he have this picture up all this time?
As I hold the picture, something stirs in me. Tears begin to p rick the backs of my eyes, and I have to set
the frame back down with a ragged breath, laying the photo flat so I don’t need to look at it. Suddenly, it
feels all too stuffy in here, and I need to get out for a bit.
I make my way down the winding staircase and out through the large foyer, by pas sing the glances of a
few household staff. When I reach the back patio, I take a deep breath, as if I can finally breathe again.
Then, pushing open the door, I step into the garden, a sanctuary that I used to escape to when the
weight of the world felt unbearable.
The colors and smells envelop me instantly, filling my senses with a mix of nostalgia and tranquility.
Rows of roses, lavender, and daisies stretch out in front of me like an artist’s vivid canvas. I walk past a
bunch of lilies, their heads tilted towards the sun, and reach the jasmine vine that was always my
favorite. Leaning in, I take a deep sniff. Its scent is as intoxicating as I remember.
For a moment, I feel free from the memories and the speculation that my return is no doubt generating.
But then, feeling as though someone is watching me, I look up instinctively toward the mansion.
Overhead in a window, that’s where I see Gerald, the butler, staring at me through one of the back
windows.
face is inscrutable, but his eyes, they hold a certain…bewilderment? Or
our gazes meet, he abruptly steps away from the window and
of embarrassment and curiosity. It must
ex-Luna now an unexpected visitor in her
I cheated on Karl
shake my head, trying to dispel the uneasy feeling that settles in my gut. Surely he was just
see me. After all, I doubt Karl made a big announcement
about
to go back inside, I take one last look around the garden, breathing in
way back towards the house. Just as I reach the patio door, it
there stands Elsie, one of the maids I had always been
and before I know
you,” I murmur, returning the hug with just as much
pulling back to look at me. “Is life
well as it can,
moment of silence hangs in the air before she
trail off, but
like that,” I assure her.
to visit, that’s all.”
into a knowing smirk, and I instantly regret my
really nice to have
subtext is as clear as daylight. In her eyes, Karl and I could never just be “friends”.
like to deny it, a part of me wonders
Elsie,” I say softly. “It’s good to
way back into the house, each
reach the top of the staircase, I hear Karl’s voice drifting from the living room, and
leap. Maybe Elsie’s smirk held more
I hear the familiar ping of my phone and
a message from Ethan. He’s asking a question about inventory, and
should let it wait until I get home. But before I know it, I’m typing out a reply, unable
to be a boss for five
halfway through responding when the sound of footsteps
Karl standing on the step below me. He has a knowing look
sparkle in
a split second, I’m transported back to a time when this
occurrence.
not working, are you?” he asks, gesturing to the phone in my
enjoying the weekend off.”
embarrassed shrug, I avert my gaze.
my phone, gently taking it from me. “Abby, Ethan and the restaurant will survive
for a couple of days. Just try to
him, partly exasperated but mostly grateful. He always had
okay. No more
face, and it’s a smile I’ve missed
up a couple of things here, and now I’m free until my
you used
…
I was last here three years
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