Lucien

The drive to the lake house had been a silent one after that. Proserpina had retreated into a shell, responding when her children spoke, replying to him in monosyllables.

It was soon apparent to everyone that there was trouble between them.

It continued through the afternoon, into the dinner when she went about, a dull spectre of herself. Lucien was first angry and then exasperated. He did not know how to deal with this. He had seen her crying, had seen her ...