Lady Evelyn Shaw moved through the dimly lit corridors of Shaw Manor with measured steps, her elegant gown rustling softly against the plush carpeting. In her hands, she balanced a silver tray laden with an assortment of light, nourishing foods - a bowl of steaming porridge, delicate slices of poached chicken, and fresh fruits carefully arranged.
As she navigated the winding passages, each step felt heavier than the last. The weight she carried was not merely physical; it was the crushing burden of guilt, shame, and a mother's anguish. The once-bustling halls of their ancestral home now seemed to echo with an oppressive silence, as if the very walls were holding their breath in anticipation of some looming calamity.
