CHAPTER 105
Grace slammed the doors of her chamber shut behind her. Her chest heaved, and her throat burned as though the ghost's silence had stolen the very air from her lungs. She pressed her back against the door, hands trembling, her eyes darting to every corner of the room as if Robert's spirit might still be there, waiting.
The chamber was empty. The flicker of the torchlight stretched long shadows across the floor, but no figure stood in them. And yet Grace could not shake the image: Robert's blank eyes, the way he had stared at her, saying nothing, accusing her with his silence.
Her knees buckled, and she sank onto the stone floor, pressing her palms hard into her face.
"No," she whispered. "No, I will not lose myself. I am not mad. I am not".
