After Mariam left, the house felt too quiet.
Anna decided to take a walk around the Clafford estate a place she once knew better than the back of her hand, yet somehow still felt foreign.
In her previous life, she had spent countless days wandering these same paths, the lawns and gardens offering her the illusion of peace when the world outside turned cold. But this time, she rarely stepped out of her room.
The property was vast sprawling green lawns, a carefully designed garden, and even a small treehouse tucked away between the old oaks. Every corner spoke of Daniel's taste, thoughtful, refined, precise.
If she remembered correctly, there was even a private golf course beyond the hedges, where Daniel used to practice on his rare days off.
He never really took breaks, did he? she thought with a faint smile.
