The wine glass trembled slightly in Evelyn’s hand as she waited in the dimly lit lounge of James Ferguson’s private estate.

The soft ticking of the grandfather clock was the only sound in the room.

It had been days since her release, and in that time, her world had shifted into something grotesquely unfamiliar.

Her relationship with Derek can be described as strained.

He barely looked at her and spoke to her, unless she does.

She bad not seen her daughter since she cane back.

James ...