The snow in Kingsward City had melted.

Julian still hadn’t come back.

When Francesca flipped through the calendar, she realized it was already the twelfth. The violinist’s concert was scheduled for tonight at eight o’clock.

Suddenly, she wanted to go. Alone.

The housemaid fretted, trying to dissuade her. “You’ve only just recovered. If you go out and catch another chill, you’ll suffer for it again.”

“I’ll wear ...