Chapter 87 - Eighty Seven

Chapter 87: Chapter Eighty Seven

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, and the moon, a pale, lonely crescent, now hung high in the dark, cloudless sky. Eric stood by the window of the drawing room, watching the gate, waiting. He kept waiting. The small showers of rain that fell for like a minute brought a chill in the night air that was palpable, seeping through the glass, but he didn’t notice it. He pulled his gold pocket watch from his vest for what must have been the twentieth time. The hands pointed to a late hour.

"She should be home by now, shouldn’t she?" he said to the empty room.

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