The air inside the room seemed to carry a different temperature, a temperature of warmth and memories.
The space was illuminated with the warm, golden glow of a perpetually perfect afternoon sun. It streamed in from a vast, domed skylight from the ceilings of leaded glass, the whole space was the size of a huge ballroom. The polished floors reflected a beautiful sheen from the glass above.
But what made Anne's breath catch in her throat wasn't the awe inducing interior of the space, but the pictures on the walls as she walked, she looked at each one.
Each wall as she turned her head to look on every side looked like a tapestry of the family's history all placed in a meticulously curated manner.
She saw a man that looked so much like elder Sterling, seemed to be around his age as well but it wasn't him. There was a difference between them that she couldn't put her finger on.
