#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.
is inscrutable, but his eyes, they hold a certain…bewilderment? Or is is
our gazes meet, he abruptly steps
creeps over my skin, a mix of embarrassment and curiosity. It must be
around the garden, the ex-Luna now an unexpected visitor in
that I cheated on Karl with
feeling that settles
see me. After all, I doubt Karl made a big announcement
about my
take one last look around the garden, breathing in
make my way back towards the house. Just as I
there stands Elsie, one of the maids I had always been
light up, and before I know it,
murmur, returning the
pulling back to look at
well as
the air before she finally asks the question that
Karl…” Her words trail off, but her implication is
like that,” I assure her. “We’re just friends. He
to visit, that’s all.”
I instantly regret my choice of words.
it’s really nice to have you back, even if
Karl and I could never just be “friends”. And
deny it, a part of me wonders
Elsie,” I say softly. “It’s good
that, I make my way back into the house, each step carrying a different weight,
I reach the top of the staircase, I hear Karl’s voice drifting from
Elsie’s smirk held more truth than I’d like
phone
a message from Ethan. He’s asking a question about
that I should let it wait until I get home. But before I know it,
a boss for
through responding when the sound of footsteps
the step below me. He has a knowing look on
sparkle
a split second, I’m transported back to a
occurrence.
are you?” he asks, gesturing to
enjoying the weekend off.”
I avert my gaze. “Maybe
for my phone, gently taking it from me. “Abby, Ethan and the restaurant will survive
for a couple of days. Just try
but mostly grateful.
more work.
a smile I’ve missed more than I care to admit. “Well, look,” he
finished up a couple of things here, and now I’m free until my
cafe you used
…
cafe hasn’t changed much since I was last
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