Inside the estate, Eloise gave herself a tour. She familiarised herself with the surroundings so she wouldn't get lost anymore. She had once known the estate like the back of her hand, but after years away, she forgot where the rooms were.
Eloise stopped before a portrait of the Hawthornes. They were all together in their finest clothing.
Eloise leaned forward to get a better look at the date. "A year before the accident," she read out loud.
Eloise stood up straight. She thought it was unfortunate that so many good people were taken from this world so soon, and it was out of their control.
"How has he managed to care for them all?" Eloise wondered, thinking of the responsibility placed on Damien's shoulders.
The Hawthornes were surrounded by servants, but there was a responsibility Damien had which could not be replaced by anyone. He had to step into the shoes of a parental role to his younger siblings, and now, Eloise wondered if anyone ever wondered if he was well.
