Evelyn's POV

The mansion was always too quiet at night. The type of quietness Evelyn has gotten used to in the mansion. Evelyn lay in her bed staring at the ornate ceiling, her body tired and her mind restless. Sleep refused to come.

She stepped out of bed, wrapped her robe around herself, and walked down the dim hallway. Her bare feet thudded against the thick carpet, the silence broken only by the faint creak of the old staircase as she walked down.

The library was her companion, she ...