The manor felt different when preparing to leave it.
Not empty but… aware.
Servants moved more quietly through the halls, their steps measured, their voices lowered as word spread without needing to be spoken. Trunks were brought out, cloaks prepared, documents sealed and stored for travel. Every detail was handled with precision, yet an unease lingered beneath it all.
Nicole stood near the nursery doors longer than she meant to.
Her hand rested lightly against the wood, unmoving.
Inside, Vincent and Juliet slept peacefully, unaware of the distance that would soon separate them from their parents. The soft glow of candlelight flickered beneath the doorframe, warm and steady everything Nicole wished she could hold onto just a little longer.
"You can still change your mind."
Jasper's voice came from behind her, calm but knowing.
Nicole didn't turn. "No," she said softly. "I can't."
A pause.
"But that doesn't mean it's easy."
