The Transition
Moving into the Blackwood estate felt like stepping into another universe. The “guest house” was larger than my entire apartment building. My debts vanished within 24 hours. The calls stopped. The pressure crushing my chest disappeared.
But emotionally, everything was just beginning.
The first weeks were magical. Lily bloomed. We drew, painted, wandered the gardens. She spoke more—first full sentences to me, then hesitant words to Ethan.
Ethan was… complex. He hid in work during the day, avoiding the ghosts of the house. But evenings, he joined us. The hostility faded into something charged. I caught him watching me when I read to Lily. He caught me watching him when he laughed at her jokes.
Still, nothing stays simple.
