The morning sun filtered weakly through the tall glass windows of Roman's mansion, casting soft golden streaks across the marbled floors and illuminating the silence that had fallen like a shroud over the house.
The scent of brewed coffee lingered faintly in the air, yet it brought no comfort to Tessy as she sat, tense and unmoving, in one of the chairs in the dining room. Unlike before, she hadn't gone straight to her room or tried to retreat into solitude. Not this time. This time, she wanted answers, and she wanted them now.
She had stopped briefly in the living room, arms crossed stubbornly, refusing to take even one more step deeper into the house until every question burning in her mind was met with nothing less than truth.
